“Kazuma.”
“Yes sir?”
“Can you operate that?”
That was a pink hover bike. It was surrounded by overgrown grass, covered in dead leaves, and glaring sternly with a pair of eyes decorating its front. A short old man and a much younger, taller, and squinty eyed one approached the machine. The latter crouched down. “I believe I can,” he answered, standing up and dusting his white coat. Kazuma then cleared the seat from most of the grime on it, and both he and the Professor sat on it.
A cough and a sputter signaled the bike’s return to the world of the functioning. It hopped into the air, shuddered for a second, and lunged forward. The little kid in red, previously ignored, barely made it out of the vehicle’s way. The pink machine swayed and made a hundred and eighty degree turn, almost tossing its passengers off; it then sped off in the opposite direction, deep into Grasstown.
A moment or two later, it was back, with a terrified Kazuma yelling at the top of his lungs.
“It won’t STOOOOOOOOP!!!”
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There is no response whatsoever from Quote. In fact, all the Dreamberry shows is a brand new Somarium snow globe on the pavement, along with a curious rat sniffing at it.