I hope you fucking crash and burn, but when you crash a pole fucking impales your torso You're left fucking breezy wheezing for fucking air begging for mercy as a man comes up to the car who you crashed into unfazed, unscratched He whips out a Glock 19 with an extended clip and a suppressor with a scope with a laser off to a 90 degree angle Must be modified by someone, you know, I hope he aims it right at your fucking skull and says It is