9:13 am, September 12, 2014
Trent walked about a quarter mile into prison, into the town of South Park. While he was walking, he saw Stan's, Kyle's, and Cartman's cars. None of the boys saw him. At a stop light, he saw a black Bullitt Mustang. With his rock-hard fist, he smashed out the driver's window and threw open the door.
"Get out of the car or I'll kill your ass!" yelled Trent.
"I don't want no trouble. Just take it!" The 40-something man backed down.
Trent got behind the wheel of the Mustang, buckled his seat belt, and whipped the car around to go after the six 19 year olds. In town, he observed the speed limit, but once he hit the wide open road, he gunned it. The six were miles ahead. 80 miles per hour. 90. 100.
The windshield vibrated as the car gained speed, but even in the wide open desert, Trent couldn't see his targets yet.
Meanwhile, back in South Park, the Mustang's owner called the police. The ever-incompetent Officer Barbrady answered the phone.
"911, what's your emergency?" asked Barbrady.
"Trent Boyett just stole my car!" exclaimed the man.
"Oh my Gosh! I'm going to need lots of backup." said Barbrady. This was going to take a long time.
Driving at over 140 mph, Trent caught sight of the line of cars. Cartman, a perpetual speeder, was over a mile in front. Kyle's car was just in front of Stan's car. Trent decided to go after Cartman first. Trent pulled alongside Cartman's customized truck and slammed into his driver door.
"DON'T HIT MY TRUCK, YOU ASSHOLE!" yelled Cartman. Cartman jerked his truck over to try to knock the assailant off the road, but Trent came back and rammed Cartman from behind. Cartman flashed with anger. "I'LL KILL YOU!" Butters recognized the face in the rear view mirror.
"Oh, hamburgers!"
"What, WHAT?!"
"Eric, that's Trent Boyett!"