He flipped his still glowing cigarette out of the wrecked windshield, squinted out into the rain not sure if he had just seen the silhouette of a large blurry hunter or a large blurry bear approaching his crash-landed mustang, then deciding that he needed to have a better look, he adjusted his glasses in a most annoyed way, by pushing it with his bloody middle finger back up the bridge of his most likely broken nose.