There he is. Mocking you. Mocking humanity. Stirring up trouble, messing with the heads of our young ladies, convincing them to try cocaine and dog sex, and dog cocaine.
To the unending bewilderment and dismay of the car salesman, you slam into The Great Satan with full aplomb.
You've... Done it...
Millenia of struggling with rulers and principalities, all put to an end by your bravery.
For some reason, the car salesman is irate. He's yelling at you so much, he doesn't notice the metal part of his clipboard embedded in his head, blood profusely dripping down his ear.
youtube.com/watch?v=eIMlXOYL3SIHe's not making much sense any more, he won't stop talking about how cold it is outside, and he keeps calling you a squiddie diddler. Hmm...
Well, this bitchin', devil-slaying, brand-new, 2017 Ford F150 is still operational. It would be a shame to end the ride here just because some dork with a clipboard in his parietal lobe says so. Let's check out the other functions of this car!
>There's no time to waste. Call your sister and tell her to put the DiGiorno's in the oven, so it'll be ready when you get home in your bitching new devil killer. Oh yeah, the clipboard guy can come to the pizza party, too, you guess. Just make sure to inform him of the "no bossa nova on the radio" policy. >Push the dork out and scout out the town, solo. (Any ideas where you wanna go? Don't forget to rob the dumbfuck blind before you push him out!! Hah-hah!)>Looks like this chump is asking you on a date. Put your arm around him, give him a peck on the cheek, and take him to the Wendy's drive-thru. You're going to Baconate him.>Find the manager of this car lot and tell them you're suing their employee and their business for emotional abuse, unless they give you the truck for free.>Dress up in the remains of The Great Satan and go spooking other customers who try looking at your truck.>(WRITE IN)and
Roll 1d100 with your choice, s'il vous plait.
