Quoted By:
Melinda
Your path towards the car is suddenly interdicted by a stern, older woman with both of her arms folded, staring at you rather intensely in disapproval:
-Just who are you, and what do you think you are doing...?
>Just run into the car, press the red button ignition, fiddle with the steering wheel paddle gear shift things, make a speedy getaway
QM: select driving mode
>"STRADA"
>"SPORT"
>"CORSA"
>er... I am the... gardener? No, wait, er... garage technician? I have come to service you, I mean, not you, that sounded a bit sexual and inappropriate, I mean, service... the car...
>I... um, I am driving to, er... the docks. To pick up that relic statue head artwork you wanted, in the red shipping container that has been held up in customs for so long. You remember, right?
>All of life's problems can be solved with an axe. Axe this random woman and steal her car
>Um... I am... going to pick up one of your proteges, the young up-and-coming actress, Annabel, from her audition at the Steelworks film shoot site? You remember her, very tragic descent into addiction, but then she came here for treatment, and fully recovered...hooray... so, er yes that is what I am doing?
>Um, I think, your Concierge is stealing from you! She is very mean! Also her clothes look stupid
>That film actress poster upstairs, with the hairspray and curls and leotard stuff... was that you, when you were a lot younger? Well the years have been... kind, I suppose
>Something else? (write in)
