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.
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.