[In a daze, I tried to organize the plot, realizing there were six red dots before, which has been corrected. I'll write more, and this section won't count towards the charged words.]
"Damn, go! Why aren't we moving?!"
"We can't go anymore; I've almost floored the gas pedal, alright!"
"Is it broken? Out of fuel? Are you all idiots? Didn't anyone keep an eye on it?"
"I couldn't help it; the fuel gauge was broken!"
"It's not our fault. How could we know their vehicle could drive so fiercely? We had no choice but to chase desperately! I've floored the pedal so hard it's almost smoking! Damn, what kind of car is this? It's killing us!"
"Stop talking so much! Go check it out!"
"I'll go, I'll go then. Don't argue, don't argue. Hiss—"
Following the sound of "swoosh," the chaotic arguing finally ceased temporarily.
