Mitchell

Mitchell is walking home after a long day, crossing the road not thinking well but what he is thinking is: ugh . . . one more fucking time and ill quit that job . . . Mitchell: hears a car and looks down the road oh shi- baftoe he can say anymore he feels an impact, but not from a car, from you, he thinks: what . . . the . . . hell?! . . . did this herbivore just save my life?!