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<blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1085614" data-attributes="member: 13737">Tyrone scratches the back of his head on and off as he looks out the window, as if he'll remove the chip in his head by rubbing, all the while trying to block out the horrible easy-listening music coming from the radio.&quot;Needles, drugs and experimentation,&quot; muttered Tyrone, getting grumpy from his own fatigue.&nbsp; &quot;I hope Vanguard threw a lot more than a suitcase of money at you for the trouble, yo.&quot;&nbsp; He turned his eyes to glare back at the doctor in the rear view mirror.&nbsp; &quot;Lemme aks you a question, lady.&nbsp; Think flashin' those pearly whites is gonna make me your friend?&quot; Tyrone leaned forward so his face was between the two women in the front and he could look directly at the doctor.&nbsp; &quot;Think again, girl.&nbsp; Sure, I'll play your game and see if you'll get these chips outa my skull, but I'm done being your freakin' guinea pig.&nbsp; Yo, for all I know, this is part of some freakish test.&quot;But you lead us on to Nebraska, you know, where they'll track us the entire way, know exactly where we are and send some death squad after us.&nbsp; Once these things are out of our heads,&quot; he continued, scratching his head again, &quot;I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve that don't involve you making plans for us.&quot;He finished by reaching forward and turning the radio to 98.1, where K-Soul, Colorado Springs favorite Rythm, Rap and Blues radio made its home.&quot;Now that is something funky for a brother to drive to!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Calinon, post: 1085614, member: 13737"] Tyrone scratches the back of his head on and off as he looks out the window, as if he'll remove the chip in his head by rubbing, all the while trying to block out the horrible easy-listening music coming from the radio. "Needles, drugs and experimentation," muttered Tyrone, getting grumpy from his own fatigue. "I hope Vanguard threw a lot more than a suitcase of money at you for the trouble, yo." He turned his eyes to glare back at the doctor in the rear view mirror. "Lemme aks you a question, lady. Think flashin' those pearly whites is gonna make me your friend?" Tyrone leaned forward so his face was between the two women in the front and he could look directly at the doctor. "Think again, girl. Sure, I'll play your game and see if you'll get these chips outa my skull, but I'm done being your freakin' guinea pig. Yo, for all I know, this is part of some freakish test. "But you lead us on to Nebraska, you know, where they'll track us the [I]entire[/I] way, know [I]exactly[/I] where we are and send some death squad after us. Once these things are out of our heads," he continued, scratching his head again, "I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve that don't involve you making plans for us." He finished by reaching forward and turning the radio to 98.1, where K-Soul, Colorado Springs favorite Rythm, Rap and Blues radio made its home. "Now that is something funky for a brother to drive to!" [/QUOTE]

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