12 oz. Mouse2005

Elize Ryd:
I'm driving.

Olof Mörck:
I'm driving.

Elize Ryd:
No, I am driving.

Olof Mörck:
I'm driving.

Elize Ryd:
Let me drive.

Olof Mörck:
Let me drive.

Elize Ryd:
LET ME DRIVE!

Olof Mörck:
Here, give me the wheel.

Elize Ryd:
BACK OFF!

[Castellica starts to go alert]

Elize Ryd:
Six thousand moltons on approach -- Watch the chop --

[as the Castellica bumps into something, Olof brokes something in his body]

Olof Mörck:
OW! Oh, my ribs! Where did you learn to drive?

Elize Ryd:
Drive? What's that? Solar shear -- Hang on!

[as Elize tilts the Castellica, Olof gets hurt even more]

Olof Mörck:
Okay, let's figure this out while still have 3 ribs left.

Elize Ryd:
I've got it! Where's the little thingy that makes us slow down?

Olof Mörck:
You mean brakes?

Elize Ryd:
No, the thingy that makes us slow down!

Olof Mörck:
Those are called brakes!

Elize Ryd:
Okay, okay, forget it. Since, you don't know what that is, I'm just gonna use the brakes.