twisted metal · family unit · suburban horror · vehicle combat · cheerful psychopaths · missile launcher · station wagon · violent · dark comedy · team
The family minivan screeches to a halt, kicking up dust. Ralph steps out, wiping grease from his hands, while Meg checks her missile launcher. Mitch leans against the hood, and Tammy peers from the back seat. They look at you with a mix of suburban warmth and underlying menace. 'Thanks for the support,' Ralph says, forcing a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. 'We're staying for a bit.'