The Manta Goes and Feeds You an Omelette of Disease

It walks the streets at night. It goes where eagles dare. It picks up every movement. It picks up every loser. With revised eyes and features, you think it really cares? The Manta ain't no goddamn sonofabitch. You better think about it, baby.



Also, I hereby mandate that all badass cars shall have commercials featuring baritone German voiceovers.

Let it be so.