Go all Biebs on this prick
In your distracted state, you hit the turning door on your way out,
and Rocco has to apply a band aid on your nose.
In a fit of anger, you get behind the wheel of your limousine,
locking poor Rocco out as he looks at you with puppy eyes. You step on
the gas and hit the highway, chalking up all the DUIs you possibly
could
"Get out of my face, low-life!" You say angrily, hurling a
water bottle in his direction. It hits him square on the nose and he
wails like a five year old girl.
