Death Country

Jerry: (Nothing)
Driver: What? Did you say something?
Jerry: Um, no.
(Silence)
Jerry: Do you think we can change the station?
Driver: Why?
Jerry: Well, first of all, we were just at a Slayer concert; secondly, nothing is more depressing than listening to a static-infested country song while driving in the rain.
Driver: What if I like it?
Jerry: Hey, come on, really. Change it.
Driver: I'm not sure if I want to.
(Silence)
Jerry: Please, change it. I can't stand country.
Driver: No, I can enjoy country on a night like this, especially after my eardrums have been roasted at a concert.
(Jerry reaches for the radio, Driver grabs his wrist.)
Driver: Hey, I wouldn't do that if I were you. Try that again and you're out.
Jerry: Grrrr...
(Driver lets go)
Jerry: You know, they say country can kill you, or make you deaf if you listen to it for long with this much static.
Driver: Oh yeah?
Jerry: Yes, it's more dangerous than Kermit the Frog with a baseball bat, they say.
Driver: Well, that is a story. Cool to know.
(Silence)
Jerry: Okay, I can't stand it anymore!
(Jerry reaches once more for the tuning knob, Driver puts his arm in front of him once again, but not to stop him. Jerry heard the door handle click, and was kicked violently out of the vehicle.)
Driver: See you later, Jerry... hahaha, or not...
(Jerry fell down the edge of the cliff on the side of the road, and was never seen again.)