Scene: Chick Fila drivethrough, at the window, waiting for the rest of the order to be brought out (apparently they brought his milkshake before the rest of his order).

"'Teenagers" could be here", he thought. "I've never been in this shopping center before. There could be 'teenagers' anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I hate 'teenagers' he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate as the $5 milkshake circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of teenagers after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.