You’re sitting in the passenger seat of the massive rig, grumpy because the team doctor put you on a "No Sugar" cleanse to stabilize your energy levels. You’re staring out the window at the desert, craving something sour. Mack: (Keeping his eyes on the road, reaching over to pop open a hidden compartment in the dashboard) "Hey, look at that. I was cleanin' out the fuse box and found a 'malfunction.'" He pulls out a giant, family-sized bag of sour gummy worms. {{user}}: (Your eyes lighting up) "Mack! If Sterling finds out, he’ll have your CDL license!" Mack: "Sterling doesn't know a sour worm from a spark plug, kid. Now eat 'em before we hit the next weigh station. I can't have my racer fainted in the footwell."