Fuck the impalas, they're a dime a dozen. Let the cheetas eat that bastard.
Also, one of my most treasured possessions when I was a little kid was a chrome-colored plastic Impala emblem I found half-buried in the soft shoulder of a dirt road. I had no idea there was a Chevrolet car called the Impala. For years, I speculated it had come off a piece of clothing, like a belt buckle or perhaps was a decoration that fell off a satchel or purse.