Choose Your Own Nuthouse

Section 64
(Nick)

               Why did you get out of your car? What are you, high? No, wait- you're drunk. Well, that just makes perfect sense. Idiot.
               As you drunkenly stagger about looking for something sharp and pointy, the creatures begin speaking to one another. Well, they're making jabbering noises and pointing in your direction. This can only add up to one answer, and that is "not good."
               You begin easing your way away from the creatures. They begin moving their way towards you. They are still carrying your car. Your much bigger than you car. You attempt to run away, but slip in a pile of what can only be called "creature dung."
               The creatures move closer. As you lie on the ground, covered in demon poo, you see your car loom high above you. The car goes up, up, up... and then comes down. You've been crushed by your car. Congratulations, dumbass!