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[The video glimpses one of the new race tracks as it pans to the right. The stars in the background seem smudged, though the explanation for that comes quickly as Amelia pulls the camera away from a glass pane. She steps away from the garage's window as she turns the camera towards herself

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[nestingdevil]

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[Truth be told, Greed's never seen a race track like this before. Race tracks were for horses and jockeys - for men of desperation and big men with big money. So he's curious, more so because he has absolutely no idea what the hell Amelia is sitting next to. Cars were a luxury and they ran with loud putts and bursts of smoke and steam from where he hailed from. This? He can't make it out.]

Never seen one of those before. [He tilts his head back.] But if you know to work one of those things - [He gestures to the car with an outstretched hand.] - I'll take you up on your offer.

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[She remembers Greed's loud mannerisms and teeth from his first video, which puts her very much on edge.] I-I think so, unless they're more advanced than what I can remember? Which might be the case. Sorry. [Amelia stands up and approaches the driver's side door.]

[nestingdevil]

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[Greed purrs as he watches her and places his elbows on bent knees.] Go on, show me how it works and I might see if I can get down there to join you.

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Yes, sir. [She pulls on the driver door, but it's locked.] Um...I'll go get the keys. [Amelia scurries away, towards somewhere else in the garage. Who's staffing this place?] Unless you're talking about this kind of car in particular, a-and I'm misinterpreting, then sorry...to drive one, you go forward by pressing on the gas pedal, the small one, and stop with the large brake pedal. Turning the steering wheel makes it turn.