July 24 - A Deleted Scene from The Road Warrior

The leather-clad, S&M party, post-apocalyptic gang led by Lord Humongous was perched outside the base of the good guys, revving their engines, shaking their fists in the air, doing wheelies with their motorcycles, and shouting insults at the heroes in white who cowered behind their thin walls wondering how much longer it would be before they broke through and killed them all. All to get to their supply of the juice, the precious gasoline that was in such desperately short supply in the post-WWIII Australian desert.
That was what they did. That was the gang's existence: trolling the limitless highways of the wasteland and terrorizing anyone they came across. Always in search of a few more drops of gasoline to keep them on the road.
A guy who was a dead ringer for Rob Halford of Judas Priest motioned for a guy with a red mohawk and shoulder pads to cut his engine. He had something to say.
Red mohawk cut his engine and looked at Judas Priest. "GWAAAA!!!"
"Ha ha. Right. Gwaa!" He yelled back.
Red mohawk waited for Judas Priest to talk. His expression could not have been described as patient.
"Hey man!" He yelled to be heard over the din of the other engines. "Just thinking out loud here! But you know how there's almost no gas left in the world?"
Red mohawk's eyes widened and his nostrils flared.
"Well, it's just that, you know, since there isn't that much gas left anyway? Maybe instead of always racing up and down the highway at top speed looking for people whose gas we can steal? Maybe instead of that, we could use the gas we have? And drive someplace where there's water? And, you know, plant some crops for food or something? So we can eat? And then we could just, you know, live? What do you think?"
Red Mohawk's eyes started to look more and more rabid.
"Because all this," he motioned around himself, still yelling over the roar of the other engines. "Well, it's OK, I guess. I mean, it's exciting, don't get me wrong. But don't you think it's kind of, I don't know, stupid? Because there is next to no gas? And it might run out at any time? So what I'm saying is, let's use what we have of it and go someplace nice?"
Red mohawk got off his motorcycle and walked over to Judas Priest.
"I mean, do you think Lord Humongous would go for th--"
Judas Priest was cut off mid-sentence as Red mohawk cracked him upside the head with a club. Then Red mohawk syphoned the rest of his gasoline and went back to revving his engine and yelling into the night sky.
"GWAAA!!!"