"Hey, Why do you walk so funny, John? Have you pooped, are pooping, or have pooped your pants?"
"No..."
"Broken leg?"
"No..."
"Lost your glasses?"
"Ford, Tell me something."
"What?"
"Do you have eyes?" Said John.
Ford nodded.
An awkward silence followed.
"Use them. What do you see in my eye sockets?"
"Nothing."
"Exactly, I'm blind!"
"But... I could swear you could see!"
"That's only when it's winter, when I get my third eye." Said John, as he walked into the road.
Oddly enough, The third eye he was reffering to was not in fact, spiritual, magical, or robotic- It was a physical dot.
What was even more odd, was that, as John walked through the speeding traffic, Not once did he get hit.
Meanwhile, Ford lay on the ground in a pool of blood, Underneath the spaceship that had just crash landed.