Coming at you with all the intertia of a steam train is your only chance. No bother in waving, boss or no, its driver isn't gonna stop for a thing, not with giants in both the rear and side view mirrors. Instead a hand disappears into the hustler's jacket, and comes out with a revolver. The noise of the shots can not begin to compare with that of the rampage sounding from all sides. You don't stop pulling the trigger until you see the red splatter against the wind shield. Before the truck coasts to a stop you've tossed out the stiff and are sitting in a puddle of brains. Without thinking of the gore soaking into your 500 cubit slacks, you gun the engine.
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