Ah, the society I love so much deemed it suitable to give me a gift today. Yes, you will keep trying. And you will keep failing. To the hopeless failures in life that insist on continuously attempting to thwart what little pleasures I get from my car, you have been foiled again. Thanks for the crowbar effect bootlid I now have, and also the shredded interior of my boot. But it seems the voice of a neighbour sent you running away in a panic ridden waft of shell-suits and Nike trainers. Police aren’t even bothering to take fingerprints anymore, because it seems when you are released 3 hours after being caught, you are breaking into someone else’s property.
I hope you bastards get run over by a milk float.