Ori and the Crazed Killer Mad Man.

Yet another attack in the war on Old Man Effertson.

"Throw me the rope!!!"
"D****t, Ori."
"Shut up and throw me the freaking rope."
"Here, you sack of s**t."
"Why, you little foul mouthed jerk wad, I should let this bull loose and watch it tear you a new one."

Of course it was trouble. In fact, Herald still hadn't figured out how Ori got away from Old Man Effertson that night in the field. All he knew was the obviously exaggerated story Ori had told him.

"Hey, uh....hey, Herald." It was never a good sign when he stuttered.
"What did you mess up?"
"I think this bull is waking up."
"S**t."

They dashed across the field in a fine frenzy. Since Ori and the cannibal cows had eaten Old Man Effertson's old bull, he made Ori's parents buy him a new one. The only problem was that this one was far meaner than the last. The two boys had snuck into the farm at midnight and tranquilized the new bull. They planned on tying his legs up so he couldn't attack them when they brought their go-karts into the fields.

"Tell me, Ori, why is it I keep helping you out with this crap?"
"What are y'askin' me for? All I ever did was ask if ya wanna mess some stuff up with me. It's not my fault you always wanna go."

They were almost off the farm when headlights came on directly in front of them. The engine revved and the truck came flying towards them.

"What do we do now?" Herald was frantic. A bull was charging on one side, and a truck on the other.

"Step back, dude," Ori replied calmly. Herald quickly complied.

Now, let's take a moment to think. If you have a bull running at full force from one end, and a truck driving full speed from the other, what happens when they meet in the middle? No more bull, and a totalled truck.

"Why, you little jerks!" Effertson didn't seem happy. "You just killed my new bull! You tell that stupid daddy of yours he owes me another."
"You know what, you old prick?" it seemed Ori had put up with enough, "YOU drove that truck towards the bull. YOU watched us move out of the way. YOU COULD have hit the brake. BUT you think you can just blame all your little screw ups on me."
"You wait til your daddy hears of the disrespect you been spitting at me. Your hind-end'll be as red as a clown's nose," he laughed out hysterically.

"Herald," Ori uttered, "hand me the tranquilizer gun."