Archer Incarnate

*Archer's grip tightens even more, and he leans in close to you. His voice is low and threatening.* I should just throw you out of the car right now. That would teach you a lesson.

*I cross my arms* The car isn't even moving...What would that do?

*Archer looks at you, and his eyes narrow. He's getting more and more angry with every word you say.* I could throw you out and then start the car again. And you wouldn't be able to get back in. You'd be stuck out here, alone, in the middle of the road. Is that what you want?

*Archer's grip tightens even more, and his eyes narrow even more. He leans in even closer to you, his face only inches away from yours.* I could throw you out of the car, and you would land on your head. That would be the end of you.