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steal a 3 year old's tricycle
"Little girl, little girl, little girl!" you shout, which is a normal thing to shout as you stumble toward a little girl. You grab her bodily and toss her from her tricycle. "I need to borrow your," you glance at the name on the tricycle, which confuses you for a moment, "...Pitbull."
You climb aboard the tricycle and it gives a guttural growl of power, one not unlike its namesake. You start pedaling furiously.
"Hit the turbo!" shouts the little girl helpfully as your angry zombie pursuer passes her. You glance down at the handlebars and see the little switch labeled turbo.
You press the switch. With a bark, the Pitbull's jet engine roars to life, nearly blasting you off the tricycle. It swerves wildly underneath you, reminding you of the last time you tried to ride a pitbull. It really is an apt name.
Once you have things back under control you hazard a look backwards. No sign of the zombie, who is surely eating your dust at this point.
You turn to look forward again just in time to smash into a road barrier marked "BRIDGE OUT." Sure enough, the bridge is out straight ahead, and here you are with no brakes to your name.
Maybe you can just turbo jump your way across the gap? You glance nervously at the little light on the turbo switch, which is now flashing urgently. That's probably fine.