[ He'll miss hitting it, maybe. No way he'll miss the giant dust cloud of hungry dirt monster, or the screaming idiot in the far too familiar red coat fleeing before it. ]
Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!
[ He yanks the wheel around before he's even done cursing every iteration of Vash that was ever born, and a couple more that he makes up just so he can be mad at them. The car doesn't accelerate nearly as well as he'd like, tires slipping on the sand, but he's not just going to sit here and watch somebody get turned into worm food! If Stampede dies, Wolfwood gets to kill him -- he's fucking earned it.
The car rumbles across the sand on an intercept course, heading right for the blond moron. When he's close enough, Wolfwood leans his head out the window to shout at the top of his lungs: ]
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Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me!
[ He yanks the wheel around before he's even done cursing every iteration of Vash that was ever born, and a couple more that he makes up just so he can be mad at them. The car doesn't accelerate nearly as well as he'd like, tires slipping on the sand, but he's not just going to sit here and watch somebody get turned into worm food! If Stampede dies, Wolfwood gets to kill him -- he's fucking earned it.
The car rumbles across the sand on an intercept course, heading right for the blond moron. When he's close enough, Wolfwood leans his head out the window to shout at the top of his lungs: ]
Grab on, dumbass!