“I want you to design me something that will inspire the revolution against me!”

Protection from Abusive Passengers Act

Don’t lower speed limits! Just ban accidents, dummy!

[DumpCo Inc headquarters, interior, the big conference room up on seven. The one with the thick carpeting and that has live plants. You know the one. The Board is gathered around the big table...]

Truck’s got too much face!

Fun Fact: I ended up getting a 2nd gen RX-7 in better shape that gradually broke me anyway.

A 1st gen RX7 GSL-SE, which I’d loved from a distance for ages. I’d arranged for a test drive, but happened to arrive far too early, so parked a distance away where I could look at it while having a smoke and finishing my coffee, only to watch the owner come out and warm it up, in what was an enormous cloud of blue…

That’s sad. At least when I was stuck at Pearson, I could waste time at the bar.

I’d give her a van with a bitchin’ airbrushed wizard and dragon on it!

Maybe Mazda can join the fray next, and give us a battery-powered version of Keisuke’s RE Amemiya RX-7.

Just put a funnel on the side and pour more batteries in, dummy!

/read whole page in Minnesota accent. Comments, too, don’tcha know.

“Eh, I told him it was a steal!” ~ Rick Carvana

Think logically, dummy! If I don’t leave a gun in it, how is my car supposed to defend itself when I’m not around?!

He’s better than Ezra!

In Gwyneth Paltrow’s defense, normally for breakfast she scrambles a couple of jade vagina eggs!

That was a hell of a pileup after Cars ‘n’ Coffee Corner!

This whole auto-driving thing is really quite simple; just record a trip where you don’t crash, then play that back!

Lies! They tested! What more do you want to know? They already proved it’s flammable!

Yes, een Frons evairee theeng weeth chargairs eez, how you say? {lights cigarette with butt of previous cigarette} perfect. Eet’s terrible! {waves cigarette in circles in the air} Weeth theengs so good, we are bereft of ennui! You wood not undairstand. You have no {takes deep drag off cigarette, blows it on your lunch}…