Once the equipment is out of the van and crammed into the RV, Trent looks around for any passing cars. "Well...I guess this is goodbye, Van," he says, patting it. "I'm sorry they did this to you...you might feel a slight burning sensation," he says, squirting the seats with lighter fluid.

Trent looks at Teresa, looking as if he's about to nod, but he hesitates, and shrugs instead. "Go start the RV. Once this fucker lights up, we're gonna need to make a hasty escape," he says, and continues dowsing the van with lighter fluid. Derrick and Gabe retreat to the RV, giggling like children.

"He'll have to kill both of us," he says, kissing her on the cheek. "Don't worry about it. It was all my fault," he says. Outside, Trent finishes off the bottle of lighter fluid and pulls out his pack of cigarettes. He sticks one in his mouth and looks over to the RV. "I've always wanted to do this," he says, laughing a bit nervously, as he lights his cigarette. He takes a drag, exhales, then throws the still-lit lighter into the van. There's a FWOOOSH! sound as it ignites, and Trent runs to the RV and jumps in, the smoke still dangling from the corner of his mouth. "DRIVE! DRIVE! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" he exclaims, laughing crazily.

"your fault,because your so manly!"she giggles and tousles his fro.when she sees trent laughing,she instantly stops worrrying. she takes a picture of the van,then one of derrick. "oh hi,vara!" she says with a wave.

Gabe drives off, the RV jumping a little as soon as they hit the pavement. "WOOOO!" Trent yells out the window at the smoldering van. "That was fucking amazing," he says, turning to look at all of them.

"Did you see that?" Trent asks, sitting down next to Vara. "That was crazy."

"No problem.." he says, trying to calm down. "I was mad at you for something right? Fuck it, I can't even remember," he says, grinning.

"Who do you think blew it up?" he asks excitedly. "We're real fucking rockstars now. We blew shit up!"

"Oh..." Vara says as she looks back out the window. "Why would you blow up that nice van...?"

Vara still looks confused. "Did it crash? How did it get turned over...?" She takes another swig of her whiskey and offers the bottle to Trent.