"HOOD WEEBS could be here" he thought "I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be HOOD WEEBS anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE HOOD WEEBS" he thought. Platinum Disco reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $9 sake circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of shonen fans after dark. "With a car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.