The Spy of the Tiger owes us all a new catalytic converter.

You peek beneath your car, about as far as you can see without sliding yourself underneath.

Sure enough, in the place where your vehicle's catalytic converter should've been, only a mangled pair of metal pipes remained.

"Mehhhhhhhhhh," Celestigoat bleated, still chewing on your catalytic converter here in Point Pleasant, West Virginia. She swallowed and moved onto eating the tires.