Board Thread:Fanmade/@comment-32974074-20180404183554/@comment-34633546-20180409003432

He'd raise his arm out of the broken window of his Ford GT, forming his fingers to stick out his index and little finger upwards, keeping middle, ring finger and thumb clasped together. He'd swirl the car around in a full turn, hopping out to get in the car attached behind. He'd handle the machine gun nailed on, firing at the Spikers. While the car magically continued to drive forward without a driver.