His foot was to the floor and the 3L Rotary was screaming, and yet the car sat there not moving until it was Butthead doing the screaming as shrapnel sliced up his tiny drug addled brain. Huh huh huh... He wasnt laughing much after that. Take your foot off the clutch, dumbass!
A household name in the gang, he will live on with us; in the sand, in the air we breath, and some of his brain goo most probably be on our boots. ho wells
Vicky was very popular with all the guys but she loved the female muties more. 3rd in command and balls bigger than most mutants she met her end shielding her latest squeeze from a stray rocket in a Deathrace R.I.P