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Message: <blockquote data-quote="trimeulose" data-source="post: 524934" data-attributes="member: 1527">A BMW pulls up out of the dust of the Diablo, a well detail man in a business suit gets out of the car and heads into the building. he pulls a map out of his briefcase, and discusses directions with the man behind the counter. He comes back out opens his glove box and stares at the gun inside.Some times he has almost signed up for law enforcement classes just so he could catch the punks who ripped him off. He places the map in the glove box, and pumps some gas. When hes through he throws an indistinguisable glance at Meagan and goes inside to pay.On his way out he carries a bag of Cheddar and Sour creame potato chips and a two liter of wild cherry pepsi. He sits down next to Meagan and starts talking as if she were his best friend since high school and he was just continuing a conversation they didnt have time to finish."Now what I can't understand is how an electrified banjo sounds like an electrified guitar. That last mix done by Old mountain Techno was way too off the wall, and could have done without the fiddle."He looks at Meagan as if she should know where this argument came from, and like she should have an argument waiting. He seems to carry his voice like he knows exactly what she's going to say.</blockquote>