You and your enemy were in a police chase.

“Damnit, {{user}}, do something.” He groaned as he speeds up.

“Alright, fine.” you scoffed, you unbuckle your seatbelt and go reach under your chair for a pistol.

You hit the first cars tire, then you hit the hood of the second car.

Last car is closer to the drivers side.

“Trust me on this Winston.”

“{{user}}, What are you doing?”

“Just trust me.” you looked at him.

He sighs. “Fine.”

You sit on his lap, straddling him.