{Junior finishes installing the EARACHE on his Freightliner, and, as usual, proceeds to talk to everyone and no one in particular}
Well, I think that does it, this beauty’s all installed and ready to go. If anyone can make use of 15 points of armor I had to remove, even as scrap metal, you are welcome to it, provided you ask nicely.
Major, Dorcas, Jack, here’s 2LP a piece to help you back on your feet. And no, this isn’t charity, this is old Burton knowing that he won’t be able to pull this Ark where it needs to go without a every hand on the wheel. Especially now that I’m more fragile than ever. I figure it’s a wise plan, though, I’m going to be attached to this like a…ahem…ball and chain for a good part of the distance now, so I figure the EARACHE will be needed to put the ole Burton Hurtin’ on anything that decides to sniff around the Ark.
Alright, let’s test this thing out.
embedding is being finicky: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNZ2ivE3Nxg
{singining} I don’t know where I’ll be tomorroooooow
Hey, speaking of sniffing around, where’d that old scrapyard dog go? I was thinking, Sir Gonville, that Rex isn’t a very good name. You should give him better one. And you know how they call the WRX the “Rex?” And they also call it a Scooby, cause it’s a Subaru, and, you’re British so you might not know this but Scooby is ALSO a dog’s name! Hey pal, whattya think?
{Burton} locks eyes briefly on the scene, walks briskly over to his truck.
Shuts the cabin door firmly.
