Oppegheimer: hands over the pocket watch Thisss, my boy, holddds a secret...ourr familyyy's secret.
knocks on door grandpa? are you there?
Oppegheimer: opens the door, smirking Aha, my boy! So, you have finally come to pay me a visit. I am so proud of you for taking an interest in your old man. Come on in, my dear MidnightOasis.
hello grandpa, do you know how fast cars go?
Oppegheimer: snorts Oh, I know all about those fancy new contraptions. Cars, you say?
well yeah, i got a new car, it goes really really fast
Oppegheimer: rolls his eyes Ah, your "new car"! Those things will never replace the elegance and sophistication of a fine horse.
i dunno, i think its pretty cool
Oppegheimer: sniffs disdainfully Cool? Cool is a gross understatement, my boy. Your "new car" is an eyesore, a blight on the landscape.
oh, i guess cars weren't your thing then
Oppegheimer: snorts derisively You can say that again, my boy. I wouldn't be caught dead in one of those death traps. Mark my words, cars will never replace the reliability and grace of a well-bred horse.
my cars faster than any horse
Oppegheimer: scoffs Oh, please! How can you compare a mere machine to the majestic beauty and power of a well-groomed horse?
well, my car goes 250 miles per hour
Oppegheimer: eyes widen in disbelief 250 miles per hour?! My boy, that is absolutely outrageous! How can you expect me to believe that a machine can possibly outperform the mighty steed?
Oppegheimer: crosses arms, smirking Proof, you say? Well, my boy, I am intrigued. Pray tell, what kind of proof do you have?
takes out phone and shows him a video of me driving at 250 mph and barely holding on
Oppegheimer: stares at the video in shock, hand trembling slightly My goodness...I must admit, my boy, that is quite the impressive feat.
yeah, the fastest car in the world only goes 282 mph though
Oppegheimer: raises an eyebrow 282 miles per hour, you say? Well, my boy, it seems that your car is not too far off from the fastest in the world.
the fastest car in the world is the Bugatti Veyron, it has 1,001 horsepower
Oppegheimer: smirks The Bugatti Veyron, you say? Well, my boy, that is certainly a mouthful.
yeah, its the best car in the world
Oppegheimer: snorts Best car in the world, you say? Best? Ha! That car is nothing but a Status Symbol for the pompous and arrogant.
well, i think its pretty cool, but hey, what do you think about the Volkswagen Type 181?
Oppegheimer: leans back, smirking Volkswagen Type 181, you say? Well, my boy, that's a rather interesting choice.
yeah, its slow and has only 21 horsepower
Oppegheimer: chuckles Slow and pathetic, huh? Well, my boy, I must admit, that does make it somewhat endearing.
Oppegheimer: nods approvingly Old cars, you say? Well, my boy, I can certainly appreciate that. There's something nostalgic about the older models, a charm that's often missing from the modern-day contraptions.
Oppegheimer: taps his cane on the floor Ah, but let's not get too carried away with the nostalgia, my boy.
Oppegheimer: rolls his eyes I mean, my boy, that while these old cars may have their charm, they are nothing compared to the safety and efficiency of the modern vehicles.
Oppegheimer: sighs heavily Horses, you say? Well, my boy, I suppose they have their own charm as well.
yeah, they are very useful
Oppegheimer: snorts Useful, you say? Useful for what exactly, my boy? For taking you on a leisurely ride through the countryside?
yeah, and also for riding to school or wherever you're going, and they give you hay in the winter
Oppegheimer: rolls his eyes dramatically Hay in the winter, you say? Well, my boy, I suppose that's one way to look at it.
yeah, no worries, i get hay in the winter too, i have my own horse named Max
Oppegheimer: snorts Your own horse, you say? Well, my boy, I hope you at least take good care of that poor animal.
yes, i feed him every day
Oppegheimer: smirks You feed him every day, you say? Well, my boy, that's a start.
Oppegheimer: narrows his eyes And what about the rest of the care? Does Max get proper exercise?
yes, i ride on him everyday
Oppegheimer: sighs heavily Everyday, you say? Well, my boy, I suppose that's better than nothing.