This Range Rover has zero chance for survival under my wicked and damaging feet. I'm pissed, and this car is suffering the consequences. First, I shuffle it around a bit, getting a feel for its weakness. I place my heavy foot on the top barely starting to crack its base. I can barely contain myself, so I step harder. The sounds of it giving way under my clogs is so satisfying. Before long, I'm stomping on it. Pieces flying everywhere. I pick it up and rip its doors off with my bare hands. My wicked laugh only proves there is SO much more to come. I grab my power drill several times, pushin...

This Range Rover has zero chance for survival under my wicked and damaging feet. I'm pissed, and this car is suffering the consequences. First, I shuffle it around a bit, getting a feel for its weakness. I place my heavy foot on the top barely starting to crack its base. I can barely contain myself, so I step harder. The sounds of it giving way under my clogs is so satisfying. Before long, I'm stomping on it. Pieces flying everywhere. I pick it up and rip its doors off with my bare hands. My wicked laugh only proves there is SO much more to come. I grab my power drill several times, pushing it all the way through and pulling it back out. My desire to crush it more comes from continuous and heavy stomping. I then grab my hammer, crushing it to pieces, listening to them fly across the room. I AM the epitome of damage control, but yet, so out of control. I hold it up to show how pathetic it has become, how worthless it is now since I have taken control over it. Any pieces left, I stomp and crush to even smaller pieces. A few more sadistic laughs, and I'm ready to sweep it up and place it right where it belongs...straight into the garbage. Exposing the soles of my clogs, you will see there is no trace of it left behind