Car dealership or just an impromptu conversation at a parking lot
This is an impressive car.
Yeah. It’s like a car on steroids. (Said in a fratboy way.
Yeah? In what way?
Like the sad twentysomething radarchild who insanely tries to change his appearance and identity to suit the apparant needs of others in a vain attempt to be worthy of the love and attention he never recieved growing up.
Or like the ball-less, brickshaped fortysomething balloon animal with acne scars, saggy tits and a heart condition that keeps his one foot firmly imbedded in a near-future grave?