"Ugh!" Sparrow grunted as he bounced up and down in his seat, the rough terrain making every bump feel like a personal attack. Even as he gritted his teeth, a numbing sensation spread through his lower half.
'Fuck, my balls are gonna be battered at this rate.' He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, but outwardly, his face remained as unreadable as ever. Inside, however, he was screaming.
'Shit! This might be worse than blue balls...' His inner monologue spiraled off track, but only he knew the suffering he was enduring.
Thanks to his hawk-like eyesight, Sparrow could spot obstacles far ahead, allowing him to plan his moves and choose the best path before reaching them. However, annoyance prickled at him—despite his efforts, the vehicles behind them were keeping up, sticking to his bus like glue.
