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[loves_oliver]

There is a small British man in part of the Nexus, shouting at a blue Lamborghini as he leans against the door. "No! Look, stay a car, okay? You're drawing far too much attention to yourself. You don't see me going around changing my shape all the time. Well, you do, but not in public

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[statsraaden]

Hello.
My best friends are my sons right here. *points at two other ships* We have fun together and we're here for each other.

[loves_oliver]

Stats must get this a lot, but Drake stares at him. "Holy moley."

[statsraaden]

I should have counted, I would likely be in the hundreds. *teases*

[loves_oliver]

The car's engine revs slightly, and it rocks forward on its wheels, as if wanting to go over and say hi. Drake firmly hops up on the hood to keep it in place. "Sorry, I've just never met a talking boat before."

[backinakidflash]

"I know right, this place is the best."

"Well my best friends are Robby and S.B. We've been friends for years, work together all the time. The relationship just sort of... developed. I don't know what I would do without them now."

[loves_oliver]

The car's engine makes a purring roar, and tries to roll forward a few inches before the man puts his hands on it to stop it. "Coworkers make great friends," he says, ignoring the disappointed creak of the vehicle settling back down on its frame.

[backinakidflash]

Hey look moving car that no-one is driving, Bart does not find this strange at all. Seriously, weirder shit has happened.

"Yeah they do... when you have to work with them all the time you don't really have a choice do you. It does help that they are great guys, I don't know what I would do without them. I trust them with my life." And he does, every day.

[loves_oliver]

"My best friend isn't so much a coworker and she is... well, my car."

The Lamborghini beeps in reply, sound quite happy about that, and rocks from side to side a little.

[soldierinbinary]

This man, who is in no way small or British, shuffles on past Drake the moment he hears the question. With a low, frustrated grumble, he looks back just as the boat speaks up. "Fuckin' boat..."

And off he goes.

[statsraaden]

I beg your pardon, young man?

[statsraaden]

It would seem like I have some repulsive properties that he is sensitive to. *goes excessively formal just because*
More seriously, do you know why he's so allergic to me?
Or is it really me?

[museicalmarty]

"My best friend's Dr. Emmett Brown, though he usually goes by 'Doc,'" Marty says, moving forward quickly. "And he's this awesome scientist guy who helped me get through Hell, which tends to make you close to a person. Is your car alive?" This is an important question.

[loves_oliver]

"Yes, but don't ask me how, I haven't the foggiest," Drake says, casting a scowl at the car.

The engine makes a noise that sounds remarkably like a raspberry.

[museicalmarty]

Marty laughs. "I'm asking because -- well, Doc's got a car that's alive too. Result of craziness with changing dimensions and all of that. Last thing I ever expected to see was another one."

[loves_oliver]

That catches his attention. "Really? Does your friend's car turn into anything, too?"