It was Thursday, December 15th, and Bob's flight had just landed, he had to book the whole plane for his humongous collection of mcdonalds condiments. Before Bob Ross became a famous painter actually held the world record for biggest collection of Mcdonalds condiments. Spicy buffalo sause, honey mustard, sweet and sour sauce, he even had sauces that were discontinued by the FDA, you name it, he had it.
He paid workers to unload the condiments for him, and he had security guards watching them to make sure they didn't steal any of his possessions.
After everything had finished being loaded into his car, he quickly got into the front seat, and sped out of the parking lot, he had nowhere to be, he just liked the thrill of speeding, he liked to think it made his condiments happy. He passed any red light he could, he didn't care if he got a ticket, he was a millionaire guinness world record holder, a 90 dollar ticket to other people was like a penny to him.
     "WOO!" He screamed from the top of his lungs, happier than ever. Bob reached into the back seat, pulled out a random condiment, and started kissing it intensely, as you can see, he really loves these condiments. He took his hands off the steering wheel and closed his eyes, unaware of the car ahead of him. When he finally opened his eyes, it was already too late. He swerved out of the way to try and avoid this situation, but the cars had already collided. His head lunged forward as the air bags inflated in front of him.
Everything went black for a second, but when he regained consciousness, he quickly looked into the back seat of his car to see if his condiments were okay. (they were, don't worry.) Black smoke covered the sky, the smell of burned rubber filled his lungs. The other car, a camaro, wrecked beyond repair. He got out of his car and as the smoke cleared, he saw three teenagers, struggling to get out of theirs. 'Oh no... This encounter could be very unpleasant' Bob thought. Finally the teenagers all exit from the passenger side, and walk up to Bob,
"Just bought this today." The driver said
"Today? Man, that sucks, sorry I guess." Bob said, completely careless. "Now before any of you ask, I am not willing to give free hand outs just because you can't afford to pay for repairs. i have taxes to pay and Mcdonalds condiments to buy, they cost enough." Bob announced.
before the teenagers could even respond, he walked back to his car, and drove off. As he was driving he couldn't help but notice the energy in the air felt very unusual