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Rusty jumps a bit before looking down at the ground. "I-I'm sorry.. I just.. didn't know."

But what did he care if the smoke gave him a somehow hurtful impact, such as what Rusty pulled? The need to spill a more crystal-clear confession for the engine was currently brushed out of the red truck’s mind. Yet on the other hand, never was CB going to back down from getting the general issue heard.

@twisted-cb

Rusty jumps a bit before looking down at the ground. "I-I'm sorry.. I just.. didn't know."

But what did he care if the smoke gave him a somehow hurtful impact, such as what Rusty pulled? The need to spill a more crystal-clear confession for the engine was currently brushed out of the red truck’s mind. Yet on the other hand, never was CB going to back down from getting the general issue heard.

“Some people are saying you live a pretty interesting life out here.”

“We would love to do a human interest story about you.”

“I saw with perfect clarity how the afterlife worked.”

“For a celebrity, he’s amazingly down to earth.”

“We have to learn everything we can about what makes him tick so we can use it to help others.”

“One man’s waste is another man’s water.”

“All he consumes are lentils and radishes.”

“When is the right time to tell someone you were passionate loves in an alternate timeline in the afterlife but they don’t remember because technically none of that happened in this strand of the multi-verse?”

“I’m flattered you would seek my advice.”

“It may be painful, but it’s never a bad idea to tell someone how you feel.”

“You’ve rescued every stray animal that’s every wandered onto your property?”

“A happiness pump is someone who is obsessed with maximizing the overall good at their expense.”

“He’ll do literally anything to make other people happy even if it makes him miserable.”

“Forgetting someone’s name has most definitely lost me some points.”

“Do you know anything about snail first aid?”

“I either know exactly what I’m doing and it’s something, or we’re doing nothing and I’m winning.”

“This bar is full of demons.”

“Just because these people are wearing cheap leather and stone-washed denim doesn’t make them demons.”

“I have never met anyone so dedicated to making other people happy.”

“I love seeing the look on people’s faces.”

“Is it just me, or is [name] a straight up hottie right now?”

“How are you this close to being dragged to hell and still horny?”

“We were in love, and there’s a real possibility that I’m in love with you again.”

“Evidence isn’t a good thing that you want. It’s a bad thing that you have to destroy or you go to jail.”

“If I had a heart, it would be pounding.”

“In turn, it’s made you an inter-dimensional fugitive.”

“You can’t start randomly conjuring up items.”

“It might make everything blow up and we’ll all disappear forever.”

“That’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.”

“99% of all new human behaviors are weird sex things.”

“Just because you don’t remember doing something doesn’t mean you didn’t do it.”

“You’re just barfing Wikipedia all over everyone to avoid talking about your feelings.”

“We’re just a bundle of our ever-changing impressions.”

“You’re embarrassed you fell in love with a trash bag.”

“What am I even doing? I’m chasing a dude who isn’t into me.”

“I don’t feel like myself for two seconds, and it breaks the universe?”

“Freaking out about everything is my identity, not to brag.”

“I’m beginning to resent your tone.”

“You’re the only one who can fix whatever’s wrong.”

“You once called me a human snooze button.”

“Did you mean everything you said, or did you just say that because the world was ending?”

“I need you to volunteer to do something outrageously insane that will either make you cease to exist or be really fun.”

“If you break enough stuff, that open the door and kick you out.”

“Before you throw any other lamps, you have anything you want to talk about?”

“It’s an insane situation, but I’m right here with you.”

“You seem thoughtful and it concerns me.”

“You saw that? That’s so embarrassing.”

“Be clear, be confident, and don’t let them intimidate you.”

“You still want to go out with me after I just showed you my anxiety sweats?”

“All of these emotions I’m feeling are about to burst out of me, which might be super embarrassing.”

“I can’t believe I’m attracted to you.”

“Oh, no, you’re crying. I assume it’s because you’re happy or horny.”

“I’m crying because I’m miserable and it’s all your fault.”

“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been and I blame you.”

“I can tell by your silence and the inability to make eye contact with me that I’ve knocked it out of the park.”

“That’s a really weird incentive to keep crying.’

“I’m trying to help them navigate some very complex feelings, but everything I do makes it worse.”

“There are so many unintended consequences to well-intentioned actions.”

“Every day the world gets a little more complicated and being a good person gets a little harder.”

@twisted-cb

Rusty jumps a bit before looking down at the ground. "I-I'm sorry.. I just.. didn't know."

@twisted-cb

Rusty jumps a bit before looking down at the ground. "I-I'm sorry.. I just.. didn't know."

@twisted-cb

Rusty jumps a bit before looking down at the ground. "I-I'm sorry.. I just.. didn't know."

@twisted-cb

Tonight was supposed to be easy, Purse was sent to rally with CB and discuss the final details and terms of their ‘agreement’ about the race. Things like what Electra would do once the other champion was crashed, how much they should pay CB for his help if any at all, how Electra should avoid the carnage to keep himself from being taken down as well. It was supposed to take less than a half an hour, quick conversation, quick cash grab, then parting without a word. Then tomorrow they would race, Greaseball would crash, Electra would win, and they’d secure themselves as the reigning championship team. It was supposed to be easy!

“What are you so upset about!? We are the ones that’ll be done for thanks to you!” Purse cried out, covering his face with his hands.

But it had gone horribly horribly wrong, the worst had happened. Right in the middle of it they’d suddenly heard a rustling from down the alley, a gasp, and then both of the trucks locked eyes with some other truck that apparently had heard it all. The two had been in such a state of shock that by the time they’d processed what had happened their stalker had skated away, and there was no way to tell where’d they’d gone.

“I don’t know what you’re even saying!” He whimpered out pathetically. “Which is good, I shouldn’t listen to you because we’re in this mess because of you!”

CB paused for a quick second, immediately forcing himself to regain his composure. Though much to the whirls of deep contemplation and emotional darkness surrounding himself, it was no use in trying. None. By this time, the  marshalls could have been informed about the brake truck’s previous derailments, and would be now in search for their target. Never did CB want to become that target in a matter of time.

In fact, no one but himself knows his unplotted crashes were meant to be for more than fun. Quite clearly, the caboose started it all to prove himself as more than just someone at the back, didn’t he?

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@twisted-cb

Tonight was supposed to be easy, Purse was sent to rally with CB and discuss the final details and terms of their ‘agreement’ about the race. Things like what Electra would do once the other champion was crashed, how much they should pay CB for his help if any at all, how Electra should avoid the carnage to keep himself from being taken down as well. It was supposed to take less than a half an hour, quick conversation, quick cash grab, then parting without a word. Then tomorrow they would race, Greaseball would crash, Electra would win, and they’d secure themselves as the reigning championship team. It was supposed to be easy!

“What are you so upset about!? We are the ones that’ll be done for thanks to you!” Purse cried out, covering his face with his hands.

But it had gone horribly horribly wrong, the worst had happened. Right in the middle of it they’d suddenly heard a rustling from down the alley, a gasp, and then both of the trucks locked eyes with some other truck that apparently had heard it all. The two had been in such a state of shock that by the time they’d processed what had happened their stalker had skated away, and there was no way to tell where’d they’d gone.

“I don’t know what you’re even saying!” He whimpered out pathetically. “Which is good, I shouldn’t listen to you because we’re in this mess because of you!”

CB paused for a quick second, immediately forcing himself to regain his composure. Though much to the whirls of deep contemplation and emotional darkness surrounding himself, it was no use in trying. None. By this time, the  marshalls could have been informed about the brake truck’s previous derailments, and would be now in search for their target. Never did CB want to become that target in a matter of time.

In fact, no one but himself knows his unplotted crashes were meant to be for more than fun. Quite clearly, the caboose started it all to prove himself as more than just someone at the back, didn’t he?

@twisted-cb

Tonight was supposed to be easy, Purse was sent to rally with CB and discuss the final details and terms of their ‘agreement’ about the race. Things like what Electra would do once the other champion was crashed, how much they should pay CB for his help if any at all, how Electra should avoid the carnage to keep himself from being taken down as well. It was supposed to take less than a half an hour, quick conversation, quick cash grab, then parting without a word. Then tomorrow they would race, Greaseball would crash, Electra would win, and they’d secure themselves as the reigning championship team. It was supposed to be easy!

“What are you so upset about!? We are the ones that’ll be done for thanks to you!” Purse cried out, covering his face with his hands.

But it had gone horribly horribly wrong, the worst had happened. Right in the middle of it they’d suddenly heard a rustling from down the alley, a gasp, and then both of the trucks locked eyes with some other truck that apparently had heard it all. The two had been in such a state of shock that by the time they’d processed what had happened their stalker had skated away, and there was no way to tell where’d they’d gone.

“I don’t know what you’re even saying!” He whimpered out pathetically. “Which is good, I shouldn’t listen to you because we’re in this mess because of you!”

CB paused for a quick second, immediately forcing himself to regain his composure. Though much to the whirls of deep contemplation and emotional darkness surrounding himself, it was no use in trying. None. By this time, the  marshalls could have been informed about the brake truck’s previous derailments, and would be now in search for their target. Never did CB want to become that target in a matter of time.

In fact, no one but himself knows his unplotted crashes were meant to be for more than fun. Quite clearly, the caboose started it all to prove himself as more than just someone at the back, didn’t he?