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You have decided to stop the car without harming the occupants. You know you could probably just shoot your rifle at them- but you're afraid the car would veer off the road and you'd accidentally kill them that way. This is safer- you put out some tire spikes at the bottom of a small rise and wait for the car to stop. It does.
Approaching with your men, you find no armed resistance. Nobody gets out and tries to flee either- it's just a regular civilian car. It's a nice car too- a Baltimian Land-Crusier. Really nice car. The kind of car you always wished you could have had. You are utterly shocked when the window rolls down.
“Hallo? Why you destroy my car?! What are you doing?!”
It's a Small-Ear. He's also speaking bad Mainlander- a language you have not spoken for the better part of a year now. You think you feel your brain reset. They are from a very far away place. The blondes are shocked too- they've certainly never seen one before. They also do not speak Mainlander- you'll have to translate on your own.
<span class="mu-b">”This is the blonde reservation. You are not allowed to be here.”</span>
“Wha- we make wrong turn. Tourist. You fix car and you pay.”
<span class="mu-b">”Shut the fuck up.”</span>
The man looks angry for a moment, until you put his hands on his car, aggressively. He shrinks back. He's small, shorter then a blonde, and yet somehow, he gets to drive <span class="mu-i">this</span>. It's about that time, you think, he sees your guns and knives.
“P-Please mister. I only tourist.”
<span class="mu-b">”I told you to be quiet. Worthless little slime. Little fucker Smalleared cunt. Fuck you. Where did you get this car?”</span>
“I bought- you want car? You take- please don't hurt me.”
<span class="mu-b">”You bought this? I'm a <span class="mu-i">Mainlander</span>. You little cunt. Why can you afford this car and I can't? This is the pinnacle of Mainlander engineering. Mainlander scientists invented the combustion engine. In fact, Mainlanders invented the air conditioning in that car too. And the radio. Everything. My people made this. Your people made <span class="mu-i">nothing</span>. Your people shit in ditches on the side of the road. Just look at you. You ugly little faggot. I fucking hate you. Look at your unibrow, your oily fur. What have you given to the world? What has your race done? Nothing. Redmanes can become Alpha-Males more then once in a blue moon unlike Mainlanders, Green-Faces are smart, Westlanders are beautiful... but what do you have? Nothing. Even your women are fucking ugly.”</span>
“Boss man- please- you in charge?”
<span class="mu-b">”I <span class="mu-i">wish</span> I was in charge. If I was in charge, I would put all of you and your wretched kind to the fire. You're a dozen a mark- little dull-pelt interchangeable monkeys. I hate you. I'd burn you, your people, all of them. Burn them all to ash and spread the ash to the water, destroy every record of your people's existence- and many, many years after I am dead no one will even know you ever fucking existed.”</span>
