"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Absolutely-positively-one-hundred-percent sure?"
"For the love of fuck Bakura, yes."
"Fine, but if you get us killed I am going to murder you."
"Relax, we'll be fine. Just do what I say, okay?"
"All right, but -."
"No more buts."
So Bakura shut up. "Okay, Marik, what do I do first?"
"Well, let's see…" Marik said thoughtfully. "Uh…here. Grab that shifty-thingy."
"What, this?"
Marik nodded. "Yes. Now…pull on it."
"Done."
"Great. Okay, put your hands on the wheel…here."
"Here?"
"Yup."
"Now what?"
"Okay, this is the best part; push down on the gas pedal really hard until it makes a 'vroomy' noise!"
Bakura pushed down on the pedal.
As they slammed into the garage's back wall, Bakura reflected that he probably should have seen that coming.
Amid the smoke and rubble, Bakura glared at Marik, who cackled. "I just love the vroomy noise."
When he came home later, Malik was not actually all that disheartened by his totaled garage; he had been meaning to build a new one anyway.
He was not worried by the wrecked car; that was Ishizu's.
Marik and Bakura, however, knew enough to be well out of site when Malik discovered what they had done to his precious motorcycle.