West Blanc
~Leblanc's now destroyed car~
"Didn't you just pee in the station?" Jesta questioned Sayne.
"Yeah, but I always keep reserves. By the way, this is now mine." he said as he pointed to Leblanc's trash heap. Sayne now walked over to Psy who was at the moment rummaging through the pile of rubble that was minutes earlier Leblanc's car. "What are you doin' Psyman?" he asked.
"I'm looking for what caused this catastrophe," he explained to Sayne who was at the moment peeing on a pop can he saw on the ground, " hey! I think I found the culprit!"
"Who done it! Who killed ma' Chevy?" Leblanc yelled out from the ground where he layed, clutching his license plate.
"I think it was you Leblanc," Psy said shakingly as he looked over the now crispy remote he was working on before he went into the station, "you were playing with my remote and must have jiggled loose the unstable battery power source. Sorry man."
"Noooooooooooooooo!" Leblanc screamed as he threw his license plate at the station, lodging it into the side of it.
Jesta, who until now way masturbating behind a bush to the magazine Sayne had gotten, said while zipping up his fly," Sorry about the car, Leblanc, but if we are going to get to California we need some wheels. Looks like we're going to have to take my station wagon."
"Didn't you just pee in the station?" Jesta questioned Sayne.
"Yeah, but I always keep reserves. By the way, this is now mine." he said as he pointed to Leblanc's trash heap. Sayne now walked over to Psy who was at the moment rummaging through the pile of rubble that was minutes earlier Leblanc's car. "What are you doin' Psyman?" he asked.
"I'm looking for what caused this catastrophe," he explained to Sayne who was at the moment peeing on a pop can he saw on the ground, " hey! I think I found the culprit!"
"Who done it! Who killed ma' Chevy?" Leblanc yelled out from the ground where he layed, clutching his license plate.
"I think it was you Leblanc," Psy said shakingly as he looked over the now crispy remote he was working on before he went into the station, "you were playing with my remote and must have jiggled loose the unstable battery power source. Sorry man."
"Noooooooooooooooo!" Leblanc screamed as he threw his license plate at the station, lodging it into the side of it.
Jesta, who until now way masturbating behind a bush to the magazine Sayne had gotten, said while zipping up his fly," Sorry about the car, Leblanc, but if we are going to get to California we need some wheels. Looks like we're going to have to take my station wagon."