[ as soon as he's back in she speeds through and starts driving around the stadium. the stuff they built doesn't really stand a chance. she really hadn't expecting this thing to be THIS BIG. looks like they're going to have to rework their plans for this place. ]
Do you want to give it a try? [ she motions to the wheel. ]
...ok, maybe it's a little different. [ she'll start explaining this, that, and the other thing to him, all while trying to curb her excitement... WHICH ISN'T EASY! ]
We have lots of open space here and our obstacles aren't, well, they're not really obstacles. [ she laughs, motioning for him to HAVE AT IT. ] I don't think we have to worry about wrecking this bad boy either, so Hurricane take the wheel!
[ but then after a couple of seconds, and when her voice has grown a bit hoarse, she sits back in the truck and looks to him, ] So how's it feel, Hurricane?
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[ she stares out the front, watching him, and it's like she's smacked with the best idea ever. ]
What if we somehow make this place look like a shark tank. I don't really know how, BUT WHAT IF!
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I'm not sure how we'll do it BUT WE'LL GET IT DONE!
...and, huh, this stuff all looks a lot smaller than I thought it would.
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Get back in here. I guess we can have fun crushing this stuff.
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Hell yeah we can!
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Do you want to give it a try? [ she motions to the wheel. ]
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For real? I figured it'd be way different.
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[He takes... the wheel???]
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[ and starts bouncing in her seat. ]
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[...too hard, maybe. The truck lurches forward like an over-eager puppy.]
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Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!
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[Takes his foot off???]
[The truck falters back to a stop.]
Too much?
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Not at all.
I should have warned you that it's gone one hell of an engine, so you'll want to ease on the gas or else, well, you saw... and felt.
Give it another go! You were doing fine.
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...like that?
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[Please hold while he practices turning - not engaging with the obstacles so much as figuring out how to go through them without hitting anything.]
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Wheeeeee~~~!
[ but then after a couple of seconds, and when her voice has grown a bit hoarse, she sits back in the truck and looks to him, ] So how's it feel, Hurricane?
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