Chalk holds onto his Browning for dear life as the RV spins out of control, trying to steady himself. Seeing the blurs of the two muscle car punks as they prepare to board the vehicle, Chalk tries his best to fire his BFR at one of the thugs, futile as it may be to aim like this, from his point on the roof entrance. Whether or not it hits, he prepares himself for some CLOSE QUARTERS COMBAT.
"COME ON THEN, YOU PANSIES, GET ON OVER 'ERE!"