"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" you say. Wu smiles, rolls up his window, and continues on his merry way.
You walk on for a long time, giving the thumb to all the passing cars: no one stops for you, the bastards! Alongside the road you notice a strange vending machine. The words are not in English -- hell, they look alien. The things shown in the window are bizarre to. There is no apparent power source.