Maleb whooped in his restraints like a deranged orangutang as his father, Madt, revved the car engine. They were headed to the supermarket to pick up some tools for their latest heist. “Lets GOOO! I’M NOT AVERAGE, I’M SAVAGE!” The reinforced straps holding the beluga headed Maleb to the car seat strained under the tremendous force that Maleb exerted as he shuddered in his eat, his pupils flying around in their eye sockets as if he had just injected thirty cups of caffeinated coffee into his bloodstream.
Drool leaked from the wild child’s cranberry juice-stained lips. In the front seat, Madt shook his head, disappointed as usual. “Maleb, I need to enroll you into a military academy. They’ll get you into tip-top shape in no time.” Maleb went quiet for a minute, and Madt looked back nervously to make sure his disappointment of a son hadn’t escaped. Madt didn’t need to be on the #1 FBI watchlist again.
Madt slammed on the brakes in the middle of the street, wincing. An elderly woman who had been trudging along with a walking stick went flying into the air and slammed down on the asphalt about fifty feet from Madt’s vehicle. Madt had accidentally collided with the woman. “THAT’S RIGHT DAD! HIT HER AGAIN!” Came Maleb’s shriek. “WE DON’T HELP THE ELDERLY! I’M A SAVAGE!”
The woman weakly raised an arm into the air, trembling. Madt put the pedal to the metal, and the car made several tire marks on the concrete before zooming forward. There was a huge bump, and Madt went crashing into the car roof, his bald head making a dent in the roof. “RUN OVER HER AGAIN!” Maleb screeched again, peering through the back windows of the car as it went careening into a ditch on the side of the road. Madt screamed with pain as a large tree trunk skewered his large chest. Maleb’s large, sensitive head cracked into the front windshield, the harness snapped completely.