Brian tensed his muscles has he played with the little computer gadget in his car. It was a very nice computer gadget. Very nice. Now if only he could figure out what it actually DID. It had to do something with the car, probably with the NOZ… why should he know? It's not like he's the one who installed it or anything! After clicking a few buttons he glanced around. There were people looking at him.

Oh yeah, he grinned that devilish grin of his. He spoke silently to the one girl with long dark colored hair: yeah baby, how YOU doing? I know how I am! He glanced back at the screen. Now that he knew how he was doing, if he could only figure wHaT he was doing, his world would be a happier place. Ah, forget it! I'm blond and I'm beautiful, what more can they ask for?

Dom pumped his stereo loudly, bumping his head to the music. He could feel it. As he clanced at the remote control, he saw his right arm. It was so big and muscled and sexy… he turned himself on just thinking about it. It would be great if I could sell pictures of this bad boy. Chicks dig my arm. As the music got louder, he began ditty bopping. "Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho!" There were a lot of hoes out in the crowd he'd like to take in the hay. Not on his list of hay-hos by any measure (this is Cali, not 'bama!) yet at the top of the general HO list was Mia, his long and dark-colored hair sister. Dom's flexing of his beautiful right arm wasn't enough to hold back an unpleasant memory of the night before.

MIA: I'm not a slut! I swear!

DOM: You've slept with over 40 different guys!

MIA: That's not true! I only sleep with my boyfriend.

DOM: (*raises eyebrow*)… and just how many boyfriends have you had?

MIA: (*fidgets uncomfortably*) uh… 39. You're so mean Dom!

They went to their spots. All the beautiful cars and women lined up and waited for the go signal.

****GO!!!!!!****

Dom was in the lead! Brian was last! Go, pretty boy, go! Beat the sexy-armed man! Brian jabbed the NOZ button eagerly and away he went, flying past Dom, who he only knew than as sexy-armed-bald-guy. Yes! This pretty face has it all! It has class! It has speed! It has style! It has… is that a zit? As Brian leaned forward to look in the mirror, a driver who looked remarkably like Ja-Rule caught up along side him. Crap! It's a zit! He rose in his seat slightly to see if he could pop it, eyes completely off the road.

The driver who looked incredibly like Ja-Rule glances sideways just to see the green car swerve towards his. "NOOOOOOOOO!!!! IMMA-DIE!!!!!"

*CRASH* There was a domino *POW* effect and explosions as the *SCREECH* cars all plowed into one a*BANG*nother *WHOOSH*! Total chaos and screaming ensued as everyone ran to the cars!

Blood… everywhere. Metal flaming debris… you got it. Complete loss of life… unfortunately. There, admist the wreckage, one perfect and beautifully crafted arm somehow severed cleanly from the body yet gleaming with sexy sweat… heck yeah.