I drive eighty miles an hour down the freeway. I bump a Honda Civic from behind, and it flies over the median into oncoming traffic. I drive ninety miles an hour down the freeway. I hit a Ford truck from behind, and the Ford speeds up, hitting a Toyota Tercel in front of it. The Toyota Tercel does a one-eighty into a head-on collision with a Buick Regal, and they explode in my rear-view mirror. I change the radio station to a rap station.
I run over a body. I change the radio station to a classic rock station. I drive one-hundred miles an hour down the freeway. I hit a Chevy Lumina from behind. A Dodge Durango hits me from behind. I jerk my wheel left and pop-out from between them. I pull a gun out from my glove box. The Dodge Durango hits my passenger door. I turn up the bass a little on my stereo. I shoot at the Dodge Durango. I drive one-hundred-ten miles an hour on the freeway. I shoot the driver of the Dodge Durango in the head. The driver of the Dodge Durango goes limp, and the Dodge Durango makes a sharp right and flips. I drive one-hundred-twenty miles an hour on the freeway. I adjust the treble a little on my stereo. I change the radio station to a tejano station. I make a phone call. I turn down the volume on my stereo. I hit another body in the road, and a Mercury Cougar explodes behind me.