*is grateful for the solitude the car lends him, because he can pull a face with impunity* *has a good idea of what you're actually saying in strikeouts*
Yes, sir. *switches lanes and skates through a red heads for the Harp, absolutely hating every second that keeps him from the Fountain* I'm heading that way right now. Are you at the House? *doesn't need to specify which one, of course*