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You Slam the car into gear and tear out of the parking lot like the devil himself was after you. As you race at 120 mph down the local 305 blue lights ignite in your review mirror its the cops. You know the speed limit is 45 mph but in your panic you did not care and now the police have you in there sights. You:

* [[Jarvis Alexander: Hit the gas and run from the pigs]]
* [[Jarvis Alexander: Pull the gun from your glove box and slam the brakes when the cops beside you let him have it]]
* [[Jarvis Alexander: Pull over and take your chances]]
* [[Jarvis Alexander: Pull the gun from the glove box and shoot yourself]]
* [[Jarvis Alexander: Open the door and leap out of the moving car]]

[[Category: Right fat bastard]]