He knew just one more rendition might result in his head exploding through the roof of the car.
They were out of snacks; they were out of water. The latest traffic announcement had warned of more tailbacks; to expect delays.
They’d already had to pee in their water bottles.
What next?
The realization that everything remotely edible had been wolfed down hit him.
Surely, they wouldn’t need to…
There was a deafening quiet.
A nauseating, acrid stench permeated from the rear.
“Da-aad”