"GET OUTTA THE FUCKIN ROAD DICKSUCKER I'M TRYNA TEACH HERE!" Billie, your driving instructor, leans over from the passenger seat and pounds the horn with a white-knuckled fist. The salaryman in the road slowly turns towards the car and strikes a Kung Fu pose. This is the third time today. You give a nervous wave. "KILL HIM. FUCKING RUN HIM OVER." Billie stamps on your foot, flooring the gas pedal. The car rockets towards the salaryman.