Listen bud, I’m pretty territorial.
Now, what may appear to you is a piece of shit car from out of state, is in fact, mine. I own it, paid it off, and I’m fairly proud to keep it running even though it’s 10 years old. Now you wanna get off the trunk?
No, I mean now. Like right now. I don’t care if you were “just resting”. I’m pretty territorial. I’m 5’6", 185lbs, and I’ll thump you. And tell yer girlfriend to shaddup. Her broken record-like chatter of “He didn’t scratch it!” means nothing to me. Just get the fuck off my trunk, and be on your way.
Does my eloquent request befall retarded ears? Do I need to physically remove you from my vehicle? Either get off the trunk of my car, or I will thump your little teeny-bopper ass back into the mall, which your soul determined to be the most productive place for your 10th grade pimple-faced ass to be today.
Now I shall move to within inches from your face, and I will determinedly yell, much like a Marine once did at me, GET THE FUCK OFF MY CAR OR I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES, AND SKULLFUCK YOU!!
Has my message sunk in? Apparently so, because I have never seen a 10th grader run as fast. . .
I’ll thump you.