I'm going to pull my throbbing, thundering, 8 cylinder, 6.5 liter Hummer right up behind your little cat Mini Cooper and lay on the custom installed air horn. HONNNKKK! HONNNKKK! I call it the "Krustmobile".
You'll know it's me because the Krustmobile is painted bright red, with "K R U S T Y" lettered on the side. And I'm a really cool looking guy with my hair in a Mohawk and wrap-around sun glbuttes. I wear sleeveless t-shirts to show off my ripped bod. And I smoke a big cigar.
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I'll see your frightened face in the rear-view mirror and laugh and laugh. MUUAHAHAHAHAHA!! HOOOHOHOHO!
You can do one of two things at this point. You can pull your little catmobile to the side of the road and let the Great Krusty pbutt at his pleasure -- or you can say your prayers. If you choose the second option, I will ram your tinfoil WimpWagon with the mbuttive front bumper of the Krustmobile. I'll do it at an angle so that you'll lose control and go spinning off the road and slam into a bridge abutment. I will stop and walk over to the tangled mess where your body is squirming in its rest throes. The last site you will see in this world will be Krusty the Magnificent flipping cigar ashes in your face.
Krusty Lord of Earth. Master of Space and Time.
