(lxxxiii.)

Pierpont stared at the dashboard.

"...This car sucks," he whined.

His gaze suddenly settled on the clutch.

He chuckled. "Who wants to watch me break down on the side of the road?" he cried, sarcastically. He grabbbed the stick shift, and pulled it diagnolly to the left.

The car shot forward. He started veering around the other cars as he sped down the highway, trying as hard as he could not to hit anyone.

"Fuuuck!" he screamed, as he reached for the stick shift. He grabbed it, and pulled it backward as hard as he could.

The car stopped, lurched backward suddenly, and then lurched forward again.

"This is gonna take a while," he mumbled, shifting back into drive.