until someone drives past me in a car that has been modified to make loud noise for no reason, at which point I enter a berserker rage to put the vikings themselves to shame. zero percent to one hundred and eighty percent in less than a second - I am tearing that vehicle apart with my bare hands, shrieking, intent on complete destruction. nothing with satiate my bloodlust. I have become violence incarnate, the final end of all boy cars, despair as I rend your pathetic tin can to scrap metal. carnihhilation comes, tremble mortal and race no more
