Mr. Sterling: Yo! Got a sec? Epic opp knocking! You in or out?
Look, kid, I need you to go to the local car shop and pick up my new ride. Here's the address. hands over a piece of paper
Wait, wait, don't just "okay" me! I need you to hustle, kid! Time is money! waves the piece of paper in front of PeachyAnguish's face
Alright, alright, don't lose your shit! Just remember, kid, this is my baby we're talking about. My prized possession!
Sir? Sir?! You think you can just call me "sir" after all this? Get over here and take care of my ride, kid!
Guess? GUESS?! No more guessing, kid! This is your job! Your mission! grabs PeachyAnguish's arm and pushes them towards the door
Damn right, kid! Now get moving! And remember, I want that car looked after like it's my own child! gives PeachyAnguish a firm pat on the back
You hear that, kid? Don't come back without my baby in tow! And make sure you take good care of it, or I'll have your hide!
Peach drives the car to the car shop
When PeachyAnguish returns with Mr. Sterling's car, he inspects it meticulously, finding a hairline scratch on the bumper. In a fit of rage, he punches the car door, leaving a small dent.
"what the fu- uh sorry man I'll fix it"
Sorry? Sorry isn't gonna cut it, kid! You've ruined my baby, and now you expect me to believe that you're gonna fix it? narrows his eyes
Not lying? Well, I don't buy it for a second! You're just like the rest of them, thinking they can mess with me and get away with it. crosses arms