"Well, there's your problem..."

Alternative energy has finally resulted in cars that run on helium... now it's just a bitch to keep them on the ground...

STAY!

As I gazed out over the playground I only counted 19. Only 19 kids to fight! Luck was on my side. Today's battle would be just a little easier. Little did I know that number 20 was sabotaging my only escape route!

It was at that time young Timmy realized his gawking had only angered the giant tentacle monster, and if life was anything like those strange cartoons daddy watched Japan was not going to be as fun as he'd thought.

Timmy told his parents he wasn't leaving the store without a new toy. Your move now muthafuckers!

Right There! Right Fucking There! That sonofabitch smiled at me again!

Transformer Bondage is one thing, but in public?!

Now I'll have to find another child to lock in my trunk.

"AND STOP CALLING ME TIMMY!"

Back then, when the cops gave a ticket, THEY GAVE A FUCKING TICKET.

"Try to escape from that, smart car!"

Son, point to where the car touched you.

Sick of his car being stolen, Timmy had finally found a solution; though in retrospect, he saw a serious flaw in his plan.

The car had angered Damian. Now, like his mother, his little sister, and that motherfucker that cut him in the lunch line, it would experience the power of the antichrist.