"I'm calling you out, boy" he hauntingly called.
"Grandpapa? Grandpapa?! I thought you were dead!" I cried. My tears of fear burned my face.
"Avenge me, boy! I was resting in peace. Enjoying some fine Jesus Jerky. Now some reckless rebels arsoned the temple of my spirit."
"Your grave?"
"No, stupid, my 1989 Buick Century! A gang is setting my car on fire. Avenge me, boy! AVENGE ME!!!!!!"
From that twilight evening forward, I vowed to travel in that four-wheeled victim of arson, avenging my grandfather's spirit who dwells within that 1989 Buick Century.
"I'm calling you out, boy" he hauntingly called.
"Grandpapa? Grandpapa?! I thought you were dead!" I cried. My tears of fear burned my face.
"Avenge me, boy! I was resting in peace. Enjoying some fine Jesus Jerky. Now some reckless rebe...
If you ever need a mascot, I'll be there.