(lxxxviii.)

Pierpont hugged the steering wheel as the Killmaster careened across the highway sideways.

"OhGodohGodohGodIdon'twannadiepleasepleasepleaseIdon't--" he gasped, sobbing, "--Idon'twannadiedon'twannadie I don't want to die!"

The giant turquoise car crashed straight into the guardrail. It took a piece of the rail with it as it tumbled down the hill into the forest.

Pierpont sobbed uncontrollably, still holding on to the steering wheel.

The car uprooted a tree, and came to a stop on top of it.

He let go of the steering wheel. He sat back, and gasped for breath. "Holy crap," he blurted out. "Did I just-- did that--"

He leaned over, and looked up the side of the slope he just fell down.

He sighed, and rested his head against the steering wheel.

"Note to self," he whispered, "That little black lever isn't the turn signal."