Honestly, if it was any other kind of car, I would have been impressed at their ingenuity and railed against the wildlife expert who outed them. But people who waste money on expensive luxury cars don’t get sympathy from me. A fuckin Rolls Royce? You thought you could get an insurance company to write off a fuckin rolls royce? If you already have the money to obtain that kind of car, you get no sympathy from me.
When the revolution starts, I’ll be the one running alongside the main character, who gets shot, like, immediately. Everyone will be in the heat of opening battle, and some dumb ass on the other side who opened fire before he was supposed to gets a lucky shot and gets me. I’ve made my peace with it. I plan on living just long enough to drag myself over to where the hero gets cornered, and in my dying moments, I take one last shot and save their life moments before passing away. I’m forgotten immediately, and that’s OK.