"Hold up, brother! What the hell are you doing?"
An image of a violent car crash that everyone has seen at least once, even if they couldn't care less about cars, just played out right in front of my eyes. I finally understand why a cheap clunker shatters into a million pieces when it crashes straight into a heavy tank on wheels.
Toraman reached the cafeteria counter, and the kid who crashed straight into him from the left flank is lying flat out five paces away. He actually struck him right in his weakest spot, but the kid's body is still going to require a total-loss salvage title before he can be listed on the market again.
And if you're wondering who just spoke, let me clear that up right now: it wasn't me. The heavily damaged kid's buddies jumped right out of their rectangular booth and started shouting. Even though the bewilderment written all over their faces explains everything, I'm just going to let the chaotic events drag me along.
"Were you talking to me?"
