[ WP ] You are a getaway driver with a strict `` always wear a seat belt '' policy . Your partners race in to the car with money from a bank they just robbed , but do n't put on their seat belts .

`` Belt up fellas.'' I said as I looked at them view the rear view mirror. 
 `` Oh fuck off mate, just get the car going.'' Our charming as ever'leader' barked at me. 
 `` Now now,'' I said calmly `` You know this car ca n't move unless everyone has their seatbelts on.'' 
 `` Leave it out mate, do we look five years old to ya? Just get her in gear and lets get going, alrigh'?'' He said gruffly. 
 `` Ca n't do it sorry, seatbelts or we do n't move'' Crossing my arms as I spoke to show I had no intention of driving until they got their belts on. 
 `` Move the fuckin' car!'' He pulled out his gun and pressed it to my temple `` Drive or I'll blow your stupid brains outta yer head and drive it myself!'' 
 `` Ca n't do it pal.'' I shrugged `` You're gon na have to shoot me... Or you know, put your belts on.'' 
 `` Jesus fuckin' Christ on a stick!'' He growled `` Everyone put your damn belts on!'' 
 `` Now that was n't so hard was it?'' I released the handbrake, put her into gear and slammed my foot down on the accelerator.
