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Originally Posted by trularin
Bill of Sale is everything if there is no title work to be done.
however, when being chased by four men with Zevon, the cobra is fueled at a nearby Sunoco with racing fuel allowing it to break the ten second mark in the quarter mile. The diner refuses to serve the eggs and offers Bacon over "sauce".
A sultry blond sat on the end of the counter eyeing the men and the cobra outside....
Catch, it is now yours.
Tru
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Thompson is pissed about the food and that they keep playing Depeche Mode and goes on a rampage. Maxx is glad he took the gun and put it under the seat.
Meanwhile, Maxx catches the blonde’s look and wanders over. “Sorry about my friend, he hates Depeche Mode. He gets a little crazy sometimes”. The Blonde turns away from her iPad, takes a sip of her iced tea and looks Maxx over. “Nice car, looks fast. You think it’s fast enough to catch Zevon?”
Maxx tries to be cool while all the commotion is going on at the other end of the counter. Thompson wants his eggs….
“So, you know Zevon?” She chuckles and strokes her hair. “Oh yeah, and I know what you want from him….some kind of paperwork? You said your friend over there gets crazy? Nothing compared to Zevon. And what’s with the eggs anyways? Jesus! Maybe I can help. Like I said….nice car”
And back to you Tru
