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The most boring three hours EVER.

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Sounds like somebody had a good day.

Are car batteries supposed to just give out? With, like, no warning?

Uh, no, they ain't.

But they do, sometimes. What happened?

He bought a Ford.

Your face is a Ford.

*dies*

Is that some sort of insult to the Mustang? Because HAH. Yeah right.

Listen, son.

As the greatest technopath in existance, I levy my most extreme warning against those...things.

...Riiiight.

What?

Envious?!

Wish I had a Mustang when I was your age?!

This is blasphemy! You take that back.

...You said it, not me.

How are things going with baseball?

Haven't played yet.

Yeah, I figured that wasn't normal.

Went off campus with some of the guys on my soccer team for lunch. When we came back out, turned the key? Nothing. Didn't even make a sound like it was trying. Someone tried to jumpstart us, and it took after about half an hour. And then we sat in a parking lot of some garage and waited for a new battery to be installed and then it was a dud.

You better be thanking whatever you didn't have to kick any alien butt, because today was not your lucky day, Tennyson.

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It definitely wasn't too awesome a day, no. Just got home.

Poor baby. Have a smoothie.

...I would like a smoothie.

I kind of want a coffee. I'll drive.

Works for me.

We'll have to hurry though; isn't it almost your bed-time?

Pshaw! I am Ben 10. I have no bedtime.

Should I ask your mom about that?

Go ahead. Plumbers don't have bedtimes.

Can they get grounded?

I'll have to ask.

'Cause you gotta respect your momma, Tennyson.

Bad movie or something?

Nah. Car trouble.

Oh. Wow.. You waited three hours for someone to come help?

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