That fucking cheap fuck head son of a bitch! You know which car is his, you heard him bragging to the workers about it as you washed his dishes like a slave. You get your Swiss army knife out and you puncture three of his tires. That will sure cost him more then paying you the money you earned would have! You notice he has a box of donuts in the front seat. You check the door, locked. You grab a rock and smash the window. You flee into the night with the half eaten box of donuts as the alarm sounds. Ha ha!