Yeah, I was gonna say ... firin' a round off inside the car has a real nasty habit of playin' hell with your hearin', don'tcha know!

So, where did your bullet end up? Did the bad guy shit his pants and drop to the ground, or did you have to run him down while listening to the sound of silence?

The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted. ~ D.H. Lawrence