A car is seen going at top speeds through the lanes, mercilessly hunting down another car with a poor rotling in it… the car belongs to the Smiling Dead, the residential mafia family of this side of the district, within it, there they are… arguing in a family way Melancholy: Oh Dad! If We Catch Him, Can I Do The Cementing This Time?! Ken: Mel, We’ve Talked About This, It’s Breadhead’s Turn Breadhead: Yay! Melancholy: Whoa, Appreciate The Stubble Favoritism Dad Mud: Oy! Can You Degenerates Quiet Down!? I’m Trying To Shoot! They all share a psychopathic family laugh as the cars keeping going after the other