Finn had a feeling that he was going to lose his mind. If it was not bad enough that he was stuffed into a car which was way too small for his gigantic frame, his legs had started to cramp. Behind him, he could still hear the jeers and mocking taunts of the four men, who were behaving as if they were little kids. He glanced at Tracy, whose fingers were tight as a bowstring while holding the steering wheel and whipped his head behind.
"Calm down, kids! Can't you see we are trying to focus here?"
What exactly were they paying attention to? Finn had no idea about it.
