After Ligma Bawles was swiped off the windscreen by the wiper, he rolled off the hood and fell to the ground.
Five deep finger imprints could be seen on each side of the hood while the center was deformed like it had struck a sturdy stone pillar.
"Ughk... This doesn't look too bad... A mechanic might be able to fix this overnight..." Albion inspected the damage with a few pats.
Creak... thud.
The bumper quickly fell off, along with several other small parts that may or may not be important.
They were barely hanging on like they were hanging onto their dear life. A few taps were all it took for them to buckle like a man unbuckling his belt to breathe after gaining a big food baby from a feast.
"..."
The last shred of patience Albion had was immediately lost.
"Are you out of your damn mind, Old Man?! Who the hell jumps in front of a speeding car?!" Albion quickly roared at the old man.
