If you attempt to kill everyone who passes

Suddenly you are dressed in a black trench coat, and the voices in your head scream "Fuck 'em all! Kill! Kill! KIll!"

You level the bulky gun at a El Camino with insane clown posse logos all over it. A searing thunder bolt of power surges out hitting the car's front right tire. The tire explodes and folds underneath the car; all the windows shatter inwards, and the car is spinning out of control. The smell of burning dead spoiled rich kids is sickening but you are not done yet...