It was me. I bought a new one, and I was up there stalking you. I wanted to follow you home and steal your turbo car! Har!
I just couldn't find you, so I became angry and kicked the door in. The car is sitting at the bottom of the LA river. However, on the way back, just before I left the city, I happened across a dog. It didn't sound very good when I gunned it and ran the scoundrel over.

I felt deeply disconcerted upon hearing the cracking noises--I believe it was the canine's rib cage.
Even though having not found you, I relished the idea that it could have been your dog that fell under my tire.
Well, that is the story.
What do you think about that?
I will find you. I shall, indeed. When I do, I will secure your turbo car and run you over with it.
What do you have to say about that?
Harrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!@#%&*@#^$!