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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."
The car beeps sadly, and rocks slightly on its wheels. His stern expression falters and he pats the hood, before looking around. "Blimey. What a place." He reads the Sign, looking over it thoroughly as he thinks. "Who's your best friend and why?"
The car beeps sadly, and rocks slightly on its wheels. His stern expression falters and he pats the hood, before looking around. "Blimey. What a place." He reads the Sign, looking over it thoroughly as he thinks. "Who's your best friend and why?"