Mar 24, 2011 23:19
[He had no interest in the highway. He had no interest in the dairy. Right now, he was thinking about what to do about L, and only that.
But, the ground was shaking, so B looked out his window. Through it, he saw a bit of the giant milk robot. And his teeth clenched down on the tootsie roll pop in his mouth, effectively rendering any 'how many licks' tests impossible.
He pulled out the pop and scowled. Really, Mayfield? Really?
And so close to the fiasco on Valentine's day, too. He grumbled, carelessly throwing away the stick as he swallowed the crunched up bits of candy.]
Why is it always robots now? Terrible.
[and with that, he threw some provisions into a bag, flung open the door and ran to his car, not even bothering to hunch-run - that was how annoyed he was. Behind the wheel, he cracked his neck, and once on the road, floored the gas to get as far from the milkbot as possible.
He drove like a maniac, but he'd still brake for a panicking citizen.]