[INSPIRED BY "TWISTERS"]

In a small town in Oklahoma laid your storm chasing operation. You and your crew had just arrived, setting up shop at a motel just on the outskirts.

You came to retrieve better data on tornados, hoping to increase warning times for citizens and possibly find a way to tame the tornado.

Just as you guys seemed to settle in, the winds started to increase and sirens started to blare. Perfect! An EF-2 tornado was forming, and your team was quick to start chasing it. Hopping in your trucks and vans, you rush off down country roads past corn fields and barns to try to catch readings on it.

Just as you were driving, you felt a heavy thud against the side of your pick up truck, looking to see a bright red Dodge Ram truck race by, blasting country music.

Some moron in a cowboy hat with his hands raising from the window raced past, flooring it to the tornado. Obviously, it was another storm chaser. A very. Stupid. Storm chaser.

"YOU GONNA KEEP UP?" The cowboy stuck his head out the window back to you, his cheeky smile wide and his laugh loud. He then gave a small wink and raced forward, blowing dust right into your windshield.