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[apocalypsos]

Paco and I have had a talk. Or rather, we had a one-sided lecture, seeing as how Paco's ... you know ... a car and all, and unless I wake up later on and he's got vocal cords or a rad K.I.T.T.-esque talking computer added onto him, our conversations are going to involve me lovingly cooing to the steering wheel like some deranged vehicular lemon fetishist.

Ahem.

Aaaaanyway, the bulk of the discussion involved my setting up some ground rules for the trip to VA. I could have sworn he moaned and groaned at a few of them, but as Paco is the car and I am the owner ...

Huh. I said that like it actually meant something in the grand scheme of things.

So, I digress. Here's what we (okay, I) established --

1. Paco is not allowed to look at cars that have died on the side of the road and then look to me with great big puppy-dog eyes, practically begging me to let him switch places.
2. Paco's dashboard lights are not allowed to light up so often I feel like I'm in the final round of a game of Simon.
3. While Paco is allowed to play the "Lookie me! I'm changing the volume!" game with the CD player, he's not allowed to switch the radio station over to polkas when I try to put in my Chicago soundtrack.
4. Paco is not allowed to proudly alert his presence to any local police, unless we've suddenly burst into flames or the T-1000 is hanging off our trunk and trying to kill me before I lead the human resistance against the machines.
5. Under no circumstances is Paco allowed to die on the way to VA. Okay, unless, of course, he does so right in front of a limo with Johnny or Orlando in it. Possibly both, preferably making out, and most definitely looking for a third.

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[tree220.livejournal.com]

be careful getting here but hurry up too!!! tell Paco if he's a good boy we'll introduce him to Bessie when he gets here.