Trooper Station, Friday

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Okay, so yeah, Ray was a little late. Just a bit. Nothing big. He'd just kinda--

"Oh, stop laughing," he told Ralph, peevishly. "I challenge you to find somebody in this room who hasn't run into a freaking rickshaw. This place needs cars."

Ralph just continued snickering, and completely failed to get Ray the coffee he'd been begging for.

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