Highway to hell
You try to ignore the knife and to concentrate on the road. This is not an easy task,
especially with Gary raving in your ear. "Not so funny now you lil greased up hippie. Bet
you think your real flash owning a car like this. Well I'll tell you what mate, you aint
worth shit, dip shit. I eat monkeys like you for breakfast. There aint nothing I can't make
you do. I'm the god here mother fu..." and on and on he goes. You begin to sweat, as you
grind closer and closer to the edge of panic.
Draw your pistol
Just drive
Panic and try to crash the car
Speed up and threaten to kill both of you
Are you ready to give up?