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[imsorryimissed]

Can someone show me how to make the racing deck make a cherry red convertible? Uhm, it should be a Mustang.

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[mysweetchildren]

[Ping]

Are... you a child?

[imsorryimissed]

[What.

What.

That's a strange question and so Oleg is on guard... but it's a woman, and women are safer than men. They're not totally safe, as Mama Bear showed, but the track record of women trying to kill Oleg versus men trying to kill him definitely favours the feminine side.

So Oleg hesitates a moment, then answers.]

No. I'm nearly twelve.

[mysweetchildren]

[... Most of the children Arioch's eaten have been older. Oh, those silly squires on the field. She's up and ready to sniff this one out, however. He sounds absolutely delicious.]

My dear boy, tell me. Are you particularly active? You must be, yes? Confined to a ship. Oh, you poor, poor thing...

[imsorryimissed]

I, uhm, play hockey. I'm gonna play for the Razors one day.

[Oleg looks over to where his dragon slime is sitting on his dresser, then he looks back at the communicator.]

Wh-who are you? I'm Oleg. Oleg Yu--Gazelle. I'm Oleg Gazelle.

[missmimmi]

A... what?

[imsorryimissed]

Convertible. It's a car, Mrs Kopanski.

[It's okay, most girls don't know about cars in Oleg's experience. Hell, most boys don't either, but Oleg's only ever seen men working in garages.]

[missmimmi]

Oh! An automobile. I have only seen one a few times back home.

[imsorryimissed]

They're really cool. I can't drive yet, but I want to have a red car.

[throwslikedavid]

I think I got it figured out. Want me to show you how to work the racing deck, Oleg?

[imsorryimissed]

Okay, that sounds good.

[throwslikedavid]

Okay, I'll meet you down there.

[You see that short guy near the control panel who kinda needs a haircut? Yeah, that's him.]

[imsorryimissed]

Okay.

[Oleg doesn't like announcing where he's going to the entire ship, so he takes the long way down to the deck and immediately slides behind one of the cars there.

He watches for a few minutes, and when no one comes in after him, he slips into view.]

Hey.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Why would you want a Mustang?

[imsorryimissed]

They're the best cars ever.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Too light. Made for speed, not durability. They are fragile.

[imsorryimissed]

Best cars ever.

[Voice]

[wild_steed]

Wait, I thought a mustang was a horse... How would it be cherry red, anyhow? [is totally oblivious to the fact that there are actually cars other than just trucks]