Crim opened up the garage door: there it was. His mighty metal demon, upgraded with only the shiniest of metals to bedazzle the women of the zoo he lived in.

He hopped in and gazed at the mechanical wonders inside the car: one button to go fast, the other to go faster. It is obvious which mode was selected.

Crim blazed through the streets and found himself on the ways of high. The roads cracked and began to crumble behind his monster, the world about him was ablaze in the devastating aftermath that the big chief couldn't comprehend.

When the deed was done, Crim patted himself on the back in congratulation.

Another job well done.