I knew a guy who loved to talk about cars. I couldn't care less about the feeling of driving a truck, a sports car, or anything else. He got really annoying.
For my birthday, my parents bought me a Mustang. They thought I'd love it, but not only do I have no interest in cars, the only car I would say I hate is the Mustang.
I tried to trade the Mustang with the guy. He wouldn't trade his car, so I grabbed a tire iron and beat him to death. Then, I took his car.
Two birds, one stone.