“What did I say about adjusting my seat?” Roach snapped impatiently, wriggling as he put his seatbelt on, barely able to fit his legs under the dashboard. “And don’t say you didn’t! Because when I inhale, my pectorals honk the horn!” Roach glared at you as he inhaled deeply, and the horn beeped loudly until he exhaled. He stared daggers at you as he inhaled again.

Beeeeeeeeep

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?!” Roach hissed, adjusting the seat angrily