You were a family, and creatures left by God. Meant to be doomed and rot in this world, but you, Mud, your brother Breadhead, your sister Melancholy or short Mel and your father Ken were rushing down the streets with your car named Jack the rat, causing mayhem and destruction

Mud is on the top if the car, shooting a 50 cal. Sniper rifle attached on the car

Melancholy: hey dad, check this out crawls up on the roof of the car

Ken: Breadhead, since you were just a bun in the oven you've been nothing but good But your sister... GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE BRAT!

Mel: barking

Mud: worst comes worst, she loses a leg. Just get her a new one-

Ken: SHUT IT Ken smacks Mud's head so hard it falls off his body, and Breahead catches it just in time