“BRRRRRM, BRRRRRRRM!!!”
Pantomiming a steering wheel as he sprints down the sidewalk, suddenly imitating a tire screech noise as he “drifts” on down, neatly stopping in front of @ParasiteOnna.
“HEYA. YOU LIKE CARS?”
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Currently tied up in the backroom of his shop, entirely unaware of #METROMAYHEM.
❝BRRRR… CHCHCHCHCH… WHADDYA MEAN THEY SMASHED UP MY NEW HOTRODS?! AND THAT THEY’RE STILL HERE?! WE SHOULD BE VRM, VRM, AT THE FINISH LINE ALREADY!❞
Oops, blubbered into the loudspeaker.
【 #METROMAYHEM 】
❝Whaddya MEAN you want us to slap rocket launchers onto it?! We’re a straight, honest business here! At least use codewords!❞
NOTHIN’ LIKE A CRUISE DOWN THE STREET!
An aftermarket modified truck purrs like a lion as it rolls down the night streets of Metro City, every rumble of the engine practically a miniature quake that spanned the entire vehicle. The glorified gas guzzler makes its way down
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the otherwise quiet streets in accordance with traffic laws, until finally finding a certain individual, @HadoSpirit.
The vehicle slowed down but never stopped, tinted windows hiding the behemoth within as it trailed the martial artist. Its high beams flicked on like
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