"No sense in being coy about it," I said to myself. I put the car in gear, and revved the engine. My neighbor, an older lady who wasn't especially nice, had taken my Christmas decorations and was using them. It's not like I was going to use them anyways, but she still took them without permission. And I hate thieves. I revved the engine again, and sped away, heading straight for her house. Who cares if the decorations get hurt, I just wanted revenge. I sped into the woman's house, crashing through a wall and one elongated window. Jostled by the impact, but undeterred, I exited the vehicle.
"Oh my god!" the lady shouted, running into her living room that now had an extra car in it." What are you doing!?"
"I'm getting my decorations back!" I shouted, running out through the hole I had made. The lady followed me out.
"Your decorations, who are you?" the lady asked. Her eyes went wide in shock." You're that escaped crazy person form the asylum."
"Yes I am!" I shouted, my voice crazed.
