"Deal, then."

Even he has to admit that his car is a heap of garbage.

Eventually, he gets sick of waiting for people who are ignoring him, and slams on his horn.

"Hold on," he says as he swings into traffic, cutting off a Mustang, which swerves into the next lane and barely avoids smashing into a Hummer.

"Fucking morons," Wilford mutters once he's actually on the road. He hates lunch time traffic.