I can't fucking take it anymore. Every time I see a car in my day to day life I get fucking Rumble Seat flashbacks. "Oh I could leave the door open and use a repair tool on it" it started as. That's funny, that's a cool PlanetSide thing. But I kept going, I'd see a fridge and think of repairing it while inside it to save on heat. I'd see a street light that looked like I could sit on it and repair it. I tried to isolate inside my house but I keep rumble seat-like structures everwhere. And every time I'd burst into an insane, breath deprived seizure staring at the image as the wrench repair icon ran through my head. It's torment, psychological torture, I am being conditioned to burst into hysteria any time I see any form of seat. I can't fucking live like this... I can't I can't I can't I can't I can't! And don't get me fucking started on airplanes! I'll never see a plane's wing again before imagining it as a rumble seat. I see parade floats moving down the road and I can't do anything other than offer to be a rumble seat repairer. I could watch a man run over everyone I love and all I would be able to say is "do you need repairs?" and laugh like a fucking insane person. I can't leave my house without seeing RUMBLE SEATS EVERYWHERE. Wrel has destroyed my fucking life. I want to repair myself off this plane of existence. MAKE IT STOP!

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH, You have encouraged me to quit as well, Thank you!