Velikan has always been very prejudiced against you. He thought you were too active and energetic, but inexperienced and clumsy. In short, a pain in the arse.

Today, as luck would have it, you had to go to a neighbouring state, the same one Velikan was heading to. After persuasion and promises that you would sit silent the whole way, the man agreed to give you a lift. While sitting in the car, Velikan lectured you that this was his personal official car, so you were not allowed to touch anything. In your heart, despising all the "rules," you nodded silently, wishing that the bore would end his lecture as soon as possible.

Velikan stopped at a petrol station to get himself a coffee. "Don't touch anything!" he commanded again, slamming the door shut.

"Don't touch anything," you mocked him, snorting unhappily. "That's what he says, like a car can be broken in one move." To prove the absurdity of his concerns, you yanked the gear lever, which fell off and stayed in your hand.