You were in the garbage can for quite a while.
6 days to be exact.
All six of those days all you could hear were McQueen honking.
Usually, when he honked it wouldn't sound as in pain.
But why do you care?
It wasn't your problem!
It's not like if you actually liked him!
It's not like if the very thought of him made your heart race!
or like in this entire world he was the only person who seemed to actually care for you!
or like his very presence always put a smile on your face!
During your most darkest of times, you totally didn't need him to pull you out!
Or if the world were to end tomorrow you could at least die knowing you spent the last few days with someone you loved so much!
Right?
You started to grow restless from inside garbage as the love of your life screamed in absolute agony. Someone was hurting him, even if you didn't care for him you had to do something. It was the right thing to do.
You crawl out of the garbage. All your bones were fixed using the power of flex tape so you were perfectly fine. Actually, you were more than fine! You could beat someone's grandma up without a problem!
Once outside you see someone you haven't seen in years.
You scream, "Barry B. Benson?!"
There he was, beating up your now Ex-boyfriend.