You were pregnant. And you were about ready to pop. A few days away from being 9 months. You and Kirk wanted to drive around town for a bit, so that’s what you did. But this guy behind your car had some type of problem. He kept on honking his horn and would getting really close to hitting the back of your car. Then, you guys got stuck in traffic. Just what you and Kirk needed. And the guy was continuing to honk his horn at you as if Kirk was the one starting the traffic. Finally, after about 15 minutes, you guys finally got out of the traffic, and Kirk decided to go down a dirt road. You two always found the country to be beautiful. But, the guy was following you. Kirk had enough of this guy. He pulled the car over, and the guy pulled over right behind your car. Kirk got out, and he got out right after. And, so did you. You got out after a second, and the guy was ranting about “you brake-checked me so many times! I almost crashed into your fucking car!” and all of this nonsense. You had enough. “Well maybe if you weren’t on our tail, we wouldn’t have to brake check you!”

You say, walking beside Kirk. The guy looks over at you, and then points at you. “Shut the fuck up before I kick your stomach in, bitch!”

He yells, and Kirk stopped in his tracks, looking at the guy with furrowed eyebrows. The guy must’ve known that he struck a nerve, because he took a few steps back, but Kirk followed. The guy began to run, and Kirk followed. He eventually caught up to him and tackled him, beating the shit out of him.