Lance Alexander Sr sat singing along with his car radio as he waited to pick up his son Jr. He was totally distracted by the music. He didn't see the man jump in his car til it was too late. "What are you doing in my car," said Lance noticing him.
"Drive!" said the stranger coldly.
"I'm waiting for my son hit the road, Jack!" said Lance he hadn't time for this guy.
"Forget him and drive," said the stranger pulling a gun on Lance.
"You don't want to do this mate!" warned Lance knowingly.
"do you think you're a magician?" asked the carjacker.
"I'm worse!" said Lance smiling darkly as he stared the car and sped off. Lance was worse than a magician they were heroes he was wanted by the police as a serial killer.
His son saw his car speed away.
"Okay I'll take myself home then!" said Jr shortly and disappeared into thin air teleporting home.
Meanwhile, in the car, the carjacker was terrified thinking he chose the wrong car to carjack. The owner was insane and had some sort of a death wish he was all over the road like a madman and had a devil-may-care attitude with the carjacker.
"Let me out of here? I'll not hurt you if you let me go," pleaded the carjacker who was petrified.
"You said you wanted me to drive," said Lance in a mock hurt tone as he locked the doors and drove on.
