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"Well most people don't mind their manners, so please is outta their vocabulary," Norrie said with disappointment. What happened to please and thank you? And don't get her started on people just typing 'ty' for thank you. It was so insincere. Even worse was 'aww tysm' which Norrie would always read as 'autism'.

"Very. And gullible. They'll believe anything you say as long as you sound like you believe it yourself," She said. Disappointing but true. People were so easy to convince of anything.

"What the fuck? WHY? THERE'S SAUCE. Add more and you'll be spagettiing up the sauce," She said. That was just nasty. The noodles shouldn't be swimming in sauce like a poor man's soup from sauce packets nabbed from restaurants. "I'm good thanks. I quite enjoy being turned right side out," She said evenly. Norrie definitely didn't doubt his strength. Hell, if he could stuff a person inside another, there was no reason not to believe him.

"Yeah, In N Out Burger. Started in California, now there's some in Texas, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, Oregon, Colorado, and I think maybe Idaho? Besides, it's In N Out, not In Out In Out In Out," She snorted. Norrie was just guessing at what the dirty-minded fella was thinking of, and she was pretty sure she guessed right.

"No, you're just a raunchy bastard," She snorted. Not like she could say she was any better. She always snickered at the word penetration and could never be a plumber; the male 'n female fittings would have her chronically cackling. "Good," She said, "Uhh look at the pictures. Lot've 'em'll have food ads n shit in the windows." (After careful consideration, I'm just gonna say they're in Nevada. Totally not because that's where Area 51 is or anything xP Either toward the northwest or near the Ruby Mountains) "You don't have a GPS or something?" She asked, then said, "Nevada." Cold and snowy in winter and hot and dry in summer. Spring was great, though, and fall was beautiful. After a little bit Norrie spotted a Burger King with an okay enough looking drive-thru, and flicked on the turn signal [can't be one of the idiot drivers that doesn't use theirs,especially in such a bigass vehicle] before turning into the narrow space. The humvee bumped up onto the curb on the passenger side, but other than that all seemed well. "Goin' good so far, you want anything?" She asked. Up ahead, some idiot was taking too goddamn long to decide what kind of burger they wanted.

Lieutenant Calvert

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"That shit made its way into the paper? Goddamn the press is bored," Norrie snorted. It had to be from some tiny town with nothing going on; it sure as hell wasn't New York city, at least. "Much obliged," She said. He could turn someone else inside out, she didn't care, but he kiiiind of needed her if he wanted to stay outta chains and cages.

"Uh-huh. You're welcome," She said dryly. In Out In Out In Out seemed like the name of a p__nography studio or some shit. Nasty. Or a revolving door store, whatever floats your boat.

"Ayuh, I SAID fuck WITH the radio, not FUCK the radio," Norrie huffed. Goddammit, that made ALL the difference. Any idiot knew that, even Jackson. "Quite welcome. Another word of advice; Jiffy Lube ain't the place to go for erectile disfunction," She said with a snort. "Or to get unstuck from something." Even though the name implied the latter. Harrumph. One cannot have a normal business with a dirty-sounding name. Then again, a great name for a seafood food truck would be Fishy Got Fingered. "I see, said the blind man. S'there a way to reactivate it?" Norrie asked. That'd be pretty fuckin useful. "Hey, it's more than you knew a minute ago," She countered, "But we're currently in the outskirts of Elko County. Home base is more out in the boonies, 'round the Ruby Mountains." All in all not a bad place to be, it was pretty, at least. "Ayuh. The curb was only slightly in my way," She said, equally politely. In her defense, the vehicle was wider than the gaps between the two curbs, so what did he expect? "Uh-huh. Well, I don't think good food's gonna be such a commodity for the foreseeable future, so I suggest you eat while you can. Just get a milkshake or something, ever had one of those?" She knew damn well he almost certainly hadn't, and that he was missing out. Unlike Mickey Ds, Burger King's ice cream machine very rarely 'broke', so shakes were in good supply. When the fuckwad ahead FINALLY settled on something, Norrie pulled up to the speaker and asked for a burger, fries, and a large chocolate shake, then looked to Axl expectantly.

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"Ah. Makes sense," Norrie said. That was the only possible way for that to get into the paper.

"Maybe if you've got one of them phone-whores going on the radio it'd be fuck with," She said. "Oh holy fuck," She grumbled. "You sayin a radio's sexually assaulted you?" Maybe not a RADIO exactly, but there was just no knowing with that guy. He could've had a really horny prison guard dude or something. She looked him up and down slowly before saying, "Well it might be for you. They're ah.. car mainenance- y'know, oil changes, brakes 'n batteries 'n tires 'n shit." Useful if you couldn't do that stuff yourself, but c'mon, it is NOT that difficult to change your car's oil or FUCKING WIPER BLADES. Be indipendent, dammit. "...buuuut you'd rather not have a stranger messing with your brain shit?" Norrie finished for him. She didn't blame him for that, it was sorta like an unlicensed doctor performing brain surgery on you, even if digitally. And while Norrie wasn't computer illiterate - quite the contrary, given that that was sorta a generational thing - she was no computer programmer, either. "See? You gotta lotta livin to catch up on," She said. "C'mon now, it was rhetorical. Shuddap." She did give a small smile when he ordered a milkshake. He deserved one. Apparently everyone was just fuckin SLOOOW today [or Norrie was just used to people doing shit when they were told to] and it felt like forever before she maneuvered the humvee up to the window. The gal at said window looked a little stoned, and Norrie guessed she'd taken an extra dose or two of cough syrup before clocking in. It was probably why, when she saw Axl, she only looked at him for a moment as if trying to decide whether she was hallucinating or it was just a really good cosplay before handing over the food in exchange for what Norrie thought to be too damn much money. "Nice car, by the way," The gal said mid-bag pass and started giggling like this was just the funniest thing she'd ever heard. "Uh-huh. Thanks," Was all Norrie said before pulling away. She drove with one hand, milkshake between her knees and burger in her free hand. Eating and driving was quite the handy skill.

"I've never been assaulted by a radio. I know somecrazy shit has happened, but not THAT crazy." Axl made a face. That was mooooore than he could say about other things. He snorted quietly at her words. "I ain't a car and this beautiful piece of art that shouldn't really be here is MUCH more complex than most cars." He snorted, flexing the fingers on his cyborg arm. Useful when it came to strength shit, but still, he would've preferred to keep his real arm. It had more sentimental value. "Yeah, something like that. You may or may not understand this, but if someone is tampering with it, I can tell. For one, there's a million warning signals that go off, but in a weird way, I can almost feel it. And it sucks. Like if you're hanging in between conscious and unconscious and someone is doing something to you. You can feel it, tell they're there, but not do anything about it." He explained, not really caring if she got it or cared. He didn't expect her to give a fuck. Bottom line, it gave him a panic attack. It felt like he was a claustrophobic person and the walls were slowly closing in around him every time someone rooted around in his computer part of his mind. What he hated the most was the shit he couldn't control, like that, where no matter what he did, his heart rate would shoot through the roof and his breathing would grow shallow.

Axl fucking knew he had a lotta livin' to catch up on... 20 somethin' years, to be exact. He had been cut off from the outside world for waaaaay too long. It was impressive that he even knew how to act, honestly. He arched an eyebrow as the person at the window barely looked at him- but then again, the bags under her eyes and Off-In-Mars look reminded him most people weren't sober at work. She was honestly likely through the roof. His nose wrinkled slightly as she started giggling like a maniac, and he was reminded how much he appreciated his kinda crazy, because THAT kinda crazy made noooo fuckin' sense. When he got his milkshake, he eyed it with SLIGHT suspicion, sniffed it, ran a very quick diagnostic check to see the ingredients of it, the icecream, the whatever, and finally took a sip. "Holy flying cows and fucking bat dung, they've been keeping this from me? This comes mostly from a fucking cow?" He huffed incredulously, though his expression was pleased. It was damn good in his opinion. Technically the best thing he'd ever had in his life, though he was sure a random milkshake from some little fast food burger place wasn't very good in normal human standards.

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"Then don't assault my radio, please 'n thanks," Norrie replied. That didn't pertain to her eye-for-an-eye system. "If they can work on Teslas I think they could probably be of aid to your 'beautiful piece of art'... but for one helluva price," She said, wrinkling her nose. If they COULD do diddlyfuck, Norrie could only IMAGINE the insane amount they'd charge. Holy shit. "Huh," She said, considering this for a moment. "Sounds delightful." By which she meant fuckin awful. Like sleep paralysis to the power of ten. No thank you. If he didn't want anybody messing with him, Norrie wasn't gonna argue. Just didn't seem right.

At first Norrie almost pitied the girl at Burger King, then she reminded herself how... euphoric.. she'd seemed and decided that she was probably living her best life. Which probably wasn't the great considering where she worked, but hey, at least she seemed to be enjoying it. That was better than could be said for most people, and since she hadn't fucked up the order, Norrie didn't give a shit whether or not she'd pass a field sobriety test. She couldn't help but laugh a little at Axl's reaction to a milkshake; he reminded her of a very large kid. "Yeah, mostly. Er, partly. I think nowadays it gotta lotta synthetic shit in it," She said, smiling, "And that's just vanilla, wait 'till you try the other flavors." Ooh, even the seasonal flavors like pumpkin spice and peppermint. It'd take a while just to try 'em all, but holy fuck would it be worth it. And some little mom 'n pop shops had MORE varieties of shakes too, even weird niche ones.

"I didn't physically assault it, I just verbally assaulted it. Since it can't hear me, that doesn't seem too bad." Axl concluded. It's not like he had whacked it or anything. And although it had been a Raunchy Joke... it was just that. A joke. So no harm done. "Teslas are electric pieces of shit, okay? Comparing them to my arm is offensive." He huffed. "This thing is a mechanical miracle. Teslas are billions of dollars wasted." There was a very big difference. Now that he had the metal contraption he was going to take damn good care of it. His real hand couldn't crush a guy's skull. His other one could. There were perks to the superhuman strength of mechanics. Plus it had spurred him to learn as much as he could about it, which in turn helped his skills. "Yeah. Delightful." He agreed drily, in the same tone as her. It sucked being messed with while you couldn't do a damn thing about it.

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"Pfft, synthetic shit or not, I don't give a flying furball fuck if I die ten years earlier. This thing tastes damn good." Axl responded with a snort. "What's wrong with 'just vanilla'? No wait- different question. How many flavors ARE there?" He stopped the rest of the question and ran a search in his mind, eyes widening. "People are so fucking obsessed with these things that there are SEASONAL FLAVORS? How the fuck did some of those come about? MM, I WONDER IF WE SHOULD GRIND UP A PUMPKIN, DUMP SOME WEIRD CINAMMON SPICY SHIT IN IT, MIX IT WITH ICE CREAM/SYNTHETIC SHIT, AND CALL IT A MILKSHAKE. And people LIKE that stuff?" He asked incredulously, looking flabbergasted.

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"Dude. It has a fuckin mic. It could hear you," Norrie countered. He was right though, it wasn't that bad. No harm, no foul. And for once, just because his argument was so sound, Norrie'd accept fault for the way she'd worded it. She'd set herself up for it, in all honesty. "True. I don't think your arm has a lithium-ion battery that'll burn for weeks fully submurged in water," She snorted. If teslas were sooo great for the environment, why the fuck were their batteries so damn bad? Even just mining for the lithium was worse for the environment than the burning of fossil fuels. How could people not see that? Burning gasoline produced carbon dioxide, y'know, the stuff PLANTS turn onto OXYGEN? So technically, gas powered cars were GOOD for the environment.

"That's the spirit!" Norrie said, grinning. That was her logic, anyway. Eating healthy may add a few years to your life, but to the END, when life was shitty, not when you were 20-30. So fuck ya diet. Or don't if you want to still be active by 40. "Umm, a lot?" She answered. Several hundred was her guess. "Yeah," Norrie said with a chuckle, "but it's fuckin delicious. Shame they're not in season yet, they're hard to get during the rest of the year." Gotta either hunt 'em down or make your own, but hopefully some little local shop would have them year-round. Pumpkin spice was good, but Norrie preferred peppermint, though it had to be done right and not just be toothpastey.

"Uh huh. I'm sure the next thing you're going to tell me is that is has emotions and can get offended by my verbal assault." Axl responded drily. "You are very much correct. The arm can be fully submerged and everything will still function correctly." He added with a pleased look. He had fixed that just now, actually. It was malfunctioning because of the cut, along with the dagger that would come out of his palm. Thankfully the gun like contraption in his pointer finger was still intact.

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"Tis unlikely I live long enough for it to affect me anyway, so I mineswell enjoy life while I still have life." Axl snorted. He guessed he would be very dead by the time he hit 30, so it wouldn't make much difference. As long as he lived what little life he had to the fullest. "I cannot believe humans have created hundreds of flavors of milkshakes. Don't they have better things to do? Like curing cancer? I seem to recall that hasn't been done yet." He asked with an incredulous scoff. "Well, at least they taste good." He shook his head. That just didn't really register with his very logical mind. How could people be getting close to creating a time traveling machine, but they couldn't figure out how to solve world hunger? Their priorities were ALL wrong. He wished there was a way to point out to everyone that there could be BETTER things to do. Then again... time traveling sounded pretty fucking cool. He had read in books that there were once two races of rare types of humans that weren't exactly humans... humans that could turn into dragons and that had weird powers. That would be so FUCKING COOL. And the other race was the same but they were corrupt, in a way? He had read that they were just called the Corrupted, and both the races constantly waged war against each other. People these days didn't know much, as that was a LONG flipping time ago, but there were a couple people the books did highlight. Axl pulled up the names in his retina vision, glancing them over, as he was now interested at what he had read. There was a school for these people called Libodon Academy... the most famous leader of this school was someone named General Simara... but then there was a whole section on the two people who fought the most for the school and got kidnapped the most. Like, Axl would die to meet these people. General Anubis... frigging cool name in his opinion... and Lieutenant General Dwyer. There were PAGES of shit on those two about their powers and how they saved the school countless times. He would honestly be so into going back, into the past, to meet these two, maybe fuck around a bit, see what life was like... that sounded like a great way to spend his 10 or so years that he would likely be alive.