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[kurufinwe]

*hasn't seen Norman around lately*

*phew*

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[caranthire]

*returns from a jaunt around town in the tank*

*clambers out and drops down*

*can't stop grinning*

[caranthire]

*turns off the engine*

Plus... there's another advantage to this thing.

*produces a joint*

Small enclosed space. HOTBOX!!!!!!

[kurufinwe]

*grabs it out of your hand*

*inhales furiously*

[caranthire]

So what're you so worked up about, anyway? I'm the one whose life's severely fucked up right now.

[kurufinwe]

Big metal things terrify me lately.

[caranthire]

Ahhh...

*hugs you*

Well don't worry. This thing has no independent mind of it's own. It's just a machine. Admittedly, some kind of DEATH MACHINE!! *froth, drool* but it's certainly not capable of thought.

[kurufinwe]

Just the same, I don't think I want to be inside it any longer. I can't help feeling like it's eaten me. :s

[caranthire]

Okay then.

*opens the hatch and clambers out in a haze of smoke*

*gives you a hand up*

There. You're free!!!!

[kurufinwe]

Thank fuck.

*shudders*

[caranthire]

It's alright. I'll get Turco to go joyriding with me later anyway.