>>5764344"Twaryians could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this part of the frontline before. There could be Twaryians anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bearded face. "I HATE TWARYIANS" he thought. The Fate Symphony reverberated his VpK-2 Armored Car, making it pulsate even as the $9 wine circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of invaders after dark. "With an Armored Car, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.