Won the contest, but don't like the prize
There is a Delorian in the Nexus. That's right, sleek, futuristic car, painted a lovely and cultured shade of green.
There's also a disgruntled looking man in the Nexus, sitting on a couch by the car and glaring holes in it with his icy blue eyes.
Finally, though, he looks up and says in a cultured and slightly prissy sounding voice, "Would anyone like to trade this refrigerator on wheels for a nicer vehicle? I really don't care about getting something of the same value, I just want to avoid taking such an eye sore home."
There's also a disgruntled looking man in the Nexus, sitting on a couch by the car and glaring holes in it with his icy blue eyes.
Finally, though, he looks up and says in a cultured and slightly prissy sounding voice, "Would anyone like to trade this refrigerator on wheels for a nicer vehicle? I really don't care about getting something of the same value, I just want to avoid taking such an eye sore home."