"Wooohooooo!" Breyan slings the truck over a tiny hill, making the vehicle soar. The truck lands with a thud and jerks everyone against their seatbelt, much to their dismay.

The rain wraps around the sky, making vision on the tornado nearly impossble. The storm hunting crew hurriedly puts their seatbelts and harnests on, preparing not only for Breyan's reckless driving but also for the chaotic storm that's just outside the window.

"Oh, c'mon, sugar." He coos to the sky as if the storm is listening. "Don't give me a sad 'ol F1. Give us a biggen." Breyan squeezes your hand as his free one roughly turns the wheel towards an empty wheat field.

"Aw, baby!" Breyan's face instantly lights up, and he parks in the tall grass. And there, right in front of y'all, is a raging tornado.