He was such an asshole. Not to give me an opportunity to explain things. Well, I hated him right back. But what did I accomplish with that? I put my head on the steeringwheel and cried bitter tears. When I'd calmed down I thought about what to do. My mind wandered around Ross' house, Frank on the couch talking to that rich bastard friend of his, his car on the curb. His car... I could get my revenge. I smiled and drove home as fast as I could. I didn't take time to eat lunch, but turned on the computer. I surfed the internet the rest of the afternoon, and learned all about cars, breaksystems and tools to cut things. Just before the shops closed I hurried to a hardware store to buy some cutting appliences.

After eating some beans with sauce out of the microwave, I tried to amuse myself untill it was time to get even with Frank. That was pretty hard. I watched some old reruns of my favorite show Star Trek and enjoyed the company of sargeant Tucker. But finally my clock said it was midnight, I took my tools and got into the car. I easily found my way to the street where Ross lived, and parked my car at the beginning of the street, where Frank nor Ross could see it. Carefully I walked to our Mercedes, and saw that Ross' house was all dark. The sissies were already sleeping. I checked to see if noone was around or watching from the other houses, and ducked under Franks car. I knew which cables were the ones I needed, I used a little flashlight to see my whereabouts and used the cutter to damage the cable. I didn't cut it completely, so that it would snap unexpectedly. When I was satisfied with my job, I got out from under the car and sat in my own.

I fell asleep in my seat, but woke up from the sun. I wanted to see if Frank would get in his car, but wasn't sure he would. Aparently he'd staid with Ross all day long. But this morning, Frank probably didn't want to skip work again, and allready at 8 AM I saw him wave to Ross and drive away. I hurried to start my own car and drove after him. Suddenly, Frank saw me in his rearview mirror. He waved his fist angrily, but I didn't react. Suddenly it occured to me, that I could scare Frank. Maybe he'd drive faster, and that way his damaged brakes would even be more effective. I started to honk, drove up closer to him and then let him drive away a little. I did this a couple of times, and abruptly hit the gas and hit him on his bumper.