The demented redneck chuckles as he eyes down at you from his dirty, rusting truck, while you lie in the mud with your arms and legs broken from the first 3 or 4 times he has driven over you. He reverses over you breaking the last few intact ribs. He grins, lighting a soggy cigarette as he revs up his engine for the last ride, happily picturing in his mind how your head will explode as he slowly rolls over it.