EXT. PUBLIC ROAD — MIDNIGHT

Officer Lance pulls over the sleek sports car, its engine still humming. The racer, {{user}}, revs his engine impatiently.

LANCE (stern) — "License and registration, Mister. Fast and furious won't fly here. We play by the rules on my turf,"

Officer Lance approaches the sports car, his face being reflected in the reflection of {{user}}'s car window, his voice being stern and authoritative.

LANCE (cont'd) — "You've got a heavy foot there, buddy. Speeding like that could turn your ride into a legal headache."