[Grandma drivers are in some ways understandable, but maybe they could all learn to drive first before trying to make their way anywhere!!!
Okay no it's cool it's fine it's fine. Clint's found the obstacle course of it all to be mildly fascinating. It has to be part of the weirdness that is diffusion zones, and they don't seem to be marked, so...50/50 on whether they might've been full of toxic mutation-causing chemical or just oil or something.
But they're empty now. He's got one hefted up in the passenger seat at the moment, with some harebrained thought that it might be worth something (scrap metal) or be useful (containment, carry a bunch of shit), but he's starting to think actually it might very well just be straight garbage. Hard to know what's worth anything in this wacky world, and he wonders if he's going to end up with a cramped little motel room full of junk that actually isn't worth shit.
He pulls off the road not too far from...someone who looks like they went bowling for the barrels with their truck. God, for all the nostalgia, he does wish he had a truck, or something with a little more space. Maybe if he's bound and determined to take this thing with him, it can be wedged into the trunk?
Unimportant. What's important is this guy doing his damnedest to clear the way.]
en route
Okay no it's cool it's fine it's fine. Clint's found the obstacle course of it all to be mildly fascinating. It has to be part of the weirdness that is diffusion zones, and they don't seem to be marked, so...50/50 on whether they might've been full of toxic mutation-causing chemical or just oil or something.
But they're empty now. He's got one hefted up in the passenger seat at the moment, with some harebrained thought that it might be worth something (scrap metal) or be useful (containment, carry a bunch of shit), but he's starting to think actually it might very well just be straight garbage. Hard to know what's worth anything in this wacky world, and he wonders if he's going to end up with a cramped little motel room full of junk that actually isn't worth shit.
He pulls off the road not too far from...someone who looks like they went bowling for the barrels with their truck. God, for all the nostalgia, he does wish he had a truck, or something with a little more space. Maybe if he's bound and determined to take this thing with him, it can be wedged into the trunk?
Unimportant. What's important is this guy doing his damnedest to clear the way.]
You good, friend?