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[the_greywaren]

Drive it like you stole it.

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[zealots]

Why should I drive it at all? I have no need for this machine to transport me.

[Also, he doesn't know the first thing about how to drive a car. As in, literally not even how to open the door to get in one.

Don't ask him to open the door if you value your ride, Ronan.]

[the_greywaren]

Then don't.

[zealots]

What meaning have your words, then?

[the_greywaren]

It's not poetry, man. They mean exactly what I said.

[zealots]

Then you would have me steal this vehicle. And drive it accordingly.

Is there something special about this one in particular?

[the_greywaren]

You'll find out once you drive it.

[zealots]

I warn you, boy, if this is some strange manner of trap you will be made to pay for it.

[He puts his hand on the closed window, feeling down it the way a blind man might.]

... how does one open this wheeled puzzle box? This is the door to enter, is it not?

[the_greywaren]

Look, old man, it's a stolen fucking car that goes really, really fast. It's only a trap if you can't drive it well enough to keep off the cops radar. That's on you, not me.

[He stares at the other like he's lost his mind.]

Wheeled-- this is either a joke or you've escaped from some kind of lock up. Obviously without your meds.

[zealots]

Have a care, boy. I do not like being mocked.

[And to drive that point home, he dispenses with the subtleties, ripping the door off the car with his telekinetic abilities. The now-useless hunk of metal is quickly flung away.]

There are two seats. You will sit in the other one and instruct me in how this machine is properly operated.