“Fuck off you cocksucker!” Bob screamed in frustration. He continued muttering a blistering string of expletives under his breath, palm smashed against the center of the steering wheel, the bellowing horn drowning out his voice. As the cars approached the next intersection Bob made his move. Leaping from his car; screaming like a banshee with diarrhea; he charged at the car that had so recently pulled out in front of him. He rapped, hard, on the driver’s window. Bob’s screams died in his throat as he beheld the angry face of his boss glaring back at him from behind the glass.
— Neil R. Davies