"Angel will be dead." He grunted, still uncomfortable with the drive.
"Hey, um..." Began the innocent bystander driver in a scared-shitless high voice, "...I'm not going to die, am I?"
Davy looked to the bystander with a glare and screamed at him, sending his tentacles flying in every direction. It was a sight, a very scary sight to behold. The man wimpered and continued to drive.