Goose:
It was like slow motion. He leaves his seat and goes through the windshield, headfirst straight into the tree, right? And then bounces back through the windshield. And by the time we got to him, he was just sitting there, trying to scream with his face ripped off.
[pause]
Goose:
What's the matter?
Restaurant Patron:
Not hungry anymore.
Goose:
Give it here.
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