Walt picked the man up and thrust him into the car. The man's face was purple with rage. He tried to scream.
Walt displaced the air from his lungs. The man collapsed, gagging.
"Don't make any loud noises," Walt said.
The man choked and gasped with suddenly restored breath.
"... what ... what do you want?"
"How do you start this car?"
The man started to protest; the look on Walt's face made him think better of it. He told Walt how to start the car.
Walt followed instructions. He listened to the purr of the motor.
"What is the power? What makes it run?"
The owner wiped blood from his face. Sullenly, through swelling lips, he said, "... it's a combustion engine ... like all cars...."