The sentient car has found love, and some jerk goes and bashes it. Is it any wonder the machines rise against us?
So that’s a Thing.
Look out for all those gayass cars out there, dudes. Don’t let them sell you organic locally grown leeks or get married or some shit: it totally cheapens the deep bond of love and committment found only in a traditional marriage between two straight cars. … And leeks are not in season in July. Amateur hour.