He turned to the steering wheel and leaned down towards it, hitting his forehead. He winced and pouted, he turned to you, rubbing his forehead "I'm hurt too, can you kiss it to get better?" He pouted, you giggled and said: "Your so childish." He pouted harder, like a little kid throwing a fit and said "I don't care, I want my kiss now!" he crossed his arms (What will you do??)
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