>>5262198>>5262277Ewwww, blood! You're a known haemophobe, you're taking this straight to the manager, once you stop hyperventilating.
You walk into the manager's office, but he's not there, only his secretary.
She gasps and looks terrified when you enter the small office.
She shoos you away with disgust.
Looks like you don't necessarily get the truck for free, but...
...You've still got the keys.
And you've killed the devil, so good and evil don't exist anymore. Right?
(Do anything with/to the secretary before going back to the truck?)
(Most options include a possibility of getting the bill of sale and the deed to the truck, after all...)
>Take her to lunch with you. Don't take no for an answer.>Spit on her for your inability to sue her. Spit on her until she runs away.>Come back in, dressed as the Great Satan, and carve your name in her chest with the F-150 key.>Divide her into pieces, alphabetically, then suck her blood to gain her knowledge.>Ask her something else (What?)>(WRITE IN)...Then you head back to your new 2017 Ford F-150, on "loan" (?) from the dealership.
By the way, who owns this dealership?
>Some guy named Rick.>Your parents, duh.>Nobody, this car lot has been abandoned for years. Then who's in your truck...?>The aliens (illegal)>The aliens (extra-terrestrial)>(WRITE IN)Whatever, fuck it. You rev the engine back up and she purrs and putts.
That buzzkill is STILL sitting in YOUR truck.
He's not even responsive anymore, just gurgling. Well?
>Let him stay, you'll teach him how to PARTY!!!! >Kick this dork out already, man!! He's leaking blood all over the new pleather!!>Seriously, let's get this guy some medical help, the humanity of the situation is kicking in...>(WRITE IN)>Roll 2d100First for interaction in the manager's office
Second for leaving the dealership
