I sexually Identify as an War Rig. Ever since I was a war pup I dreamed of driving across the wasteland dropping my war boys on disgusting buzzards. People say to me that a person being a war rig is Impossible and I’m -blam!-ing retarded but I don’t care, I’m going to Valhalla shiny and chrome. I’m having a plastic surgeon install a 600hp racing engine, turbine fans and eighteen wheels my body. From now on I want you guys to call me “Tatra” and respect my right to kill on the road and kill needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a rigophobe and need to check your vehicle privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.