Eat Shit

what's up, earl?
nothing much, vern.
how's the ride?
I'm liking it.
you ever gonna paint it?
what do you mean, vern?
I mean it don't seem to have no paint job.
here's the thing, vern. the car goes so fast, atmospheric friction strips the paint right off.
you don't say.
and another thing. eat shit, vern.
that fast, eh?
believe it.