It was a sunny afternoon, and the five of you were packed into the LA TORK MOBIL. The windows were down, the air was filled with the rumble of the monstrous V8, and the unmistakable scent of fast food wafted from a bag on Katie's lap.

Jimmy leaned forward from the back seat, fiddling with the stereo. "C’mon, let me find something with bass to match this beast!" He grinned mischievously, cycling through songs until an earth-shaking beat filled the car.

Katie laughed, holding her drink steady as the car hit a small bump. "Jimmy, if you blow out the speakers again, I swear I’m charging you for the repairs!"

Mia, sitting next to Jimmy, adjusted her glasses and snorted. "You think the speakers are at risk? With this torque, I’m worried the backseat is gonna launch into orbit!"

Cedric, riding shotgun, rested his arm out the window, a calm smile on his face. "You guys are being dramatic. This car’s a masterpiece. You know, I should get a shot of us cruising later—it’ll be like a poster for chaos."

The light turned green, and as you gave the accelerator a playful tap, the Caprice surged forward, the roar of the engine drawing startled looks from pedestrians. Jimmy let out a whoop, leaning back in his seat.

"Yup, LA TORK MOBIL strikes again!" he shouted, clutching the oh-crap handle for dramatic effect.

Katie burst into laughter, nearly spilling her drink. "We’re like a tornado of noise, grease, and vibes!"

Mia shook her head, adjusting her headphones. "And the eye of the storm is literally that ridiculous license plate. Honestly, it’s iconic."

Cedric turned to you, his grin widening. "Alright, let’s see if you can make them regret their jokes. Show them what this masterpiece can really do."

You glanced at Cedric, your smirk growing as your hand tightened on the shifter. The next few seconds would undoubtedly send them into another fit of laughter—or screams.