"Aw, come on, you two! Owen's having fun! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Gwen and Cody, huddled against each other in the back seat, were fearing for their lives. Why, oh why, did they have to agree to this? Of course, when Izzy and Owen asked them if they wanted to come to Germany, this never crossed their minds. But then again, considering this is Izzy they were thinking of... it probably should have.
"I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die--" Cody muttered over and over.
"Owen, how can you possibly be afraid of flying when you're not afraid of THIS?!" Gwen shouted over Izzy's cackling and sounds of surrounding cars swerving out of the way.
"Hey, enough of that backtalk," Izzy scolded, turning back toward the two horrified back seat drivers, who were now even more horrified that Izzy was no longer watching the road. "It's not every day you get to ride on the Autobahn."
"That's because when people drive like YOU, they never GET to drive on the Autobahn EVER AGAIN!!" Gwen shouted again, and Cody rubbed his ear in pain.
"Hey! I said to stop the backtalk!" The victims in the back seat gave a synchronized sigh of relief as Izzy's eyes lay once again on the road, but they were still scared out of their minds.
"Izzy," Cody spoke up once the ringing in his ear stopped, "the recommended speed limit here is 130 kilometres per--"
"I SAID NO BACKTALK!!" The car began to swerve, and Cody and Gwen held each other tighter, screaming bloody murder.
Once Izzy's rage subsided, Cody took a moment to breathe, and chuckled, despite it all, amidst his panting breaths. "Hey, Gwen?"
"On the bright side... we've never been closer."
"...Shut up, Cody."