The King Is In The Process Of Leaving The Building

'Are you really Elvis?' screamed the hysterical woman in the back of the stolen car.
'For the last time, yes! Now shut the fuck up!' yelled the driver.
He ground his foot down on the accelerator even further, willing the Mondeo to go faster.
He shunted the ambulance, trying to ram it off the road.
'OhmyGodI'mgonnadieohmy...' the hysterical woman ranted.
'Will you be quiet?!' came the unmistakeable drawled reply.
Again the Mondeo careered into the ambulance doors, but only succeeded in boosting it's escape.
'Fuck!!!' Elvis swore and banged the steering wheel.
He reached across for the bottle of whiskey.