Usually, Fuzzy would be slightly more caring if he was ever hurting someone for his own reasons. However, he couldn't. Within his car, the hillbilly was blasting some old southern music. The strings were plucked fast with a rhythmic sound of pipes being blown. It made for a lovely southerner like him to listen to. One look on the side of his car, he saw the cars were running either the same direction or away from them. "Heh heh...looks like they're liking my new car." It filled his heart with happiness that they'd appriciate it. It was then he knocked over a delivery truck to the side, which tumbled rolled to a nearby shopping mall. Moving half of his upper body out the window, he glared at the truck behind him. "Hey! Ya'll get out the road if ya ain't moving, ya hear!?" Once Fuzzy re-adjusted himself, the truck exploded, which caused more panic around the civilians.<br/><br/>Around then, he didn't notice Bubbles was at the scene in front of him. It was difficult to see anything human size due to the height of his car. The engine roared, seeing as it wasn't stopping anytime soon. From the angle it was driving, it would seem that if nothing was done, it'd just drive over Bubbles between its monsterous wheels, missing her completely.