Red text guy drove the car carefully, his shaggy hair whipped by the wind, his eyes hidden behind wrap around mirror shades, his mouth set in a grim smile, a 38 police special on the seat beside him, his girl’s corpse stuffed in the trunk. He spoke aloud, “I love my girl, I need my girl, where is my girl?”. He knew damn well where she was but still shouted,
"Where is MY GIRL DICKHEADS!!!?"