"Did someone say company?" Bobby said, once he let the door to the garage slam open. He was one for big entrances. "Yo, KitKat, Iron Giant, we're going to the mall, right? Sun's getting too bright for my eyes. Time for some expensive sunglasses." Besides the fact that the ice reflected like a bitch in heat, and no way could Bobby get red eye. Red and ice blue? Not so much a good mix.

A tiny ice slide formed and Bobby slid down the stairs, landing slightly abrupt but not falling over. That would have sucked. "Don't tell me that you've been tinkering with this beast of a machine, Pete. I don't think Kitty can phase us to the mall..." Wait a second. "Can you?" Knowing that Piotr was out from under the vehicle, Bobby grabbed onto the luggage rack on top and rocked his body back and forth, feet on the back bumper. "Let's get this show on the rizzoad."