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calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
TEST DRIVE
> Hello, you have reached the 1-800-HOTLINE Test Drive. We are currently unable to take your call. Whilst we put you on hold, feel free to play around for a while...
Waking up
Go downstairs, to the lobby. Meet the others. Don't get attached, and don't mention this call.
The AC is busted and in this hot summer, you probably won't want to stay in your room forever.
Of course, there's much more around here than just the motel. Stepping out and hitting the town will give you plenty to do. There's stores aplenty, but that's nothing to say of the good residents of the stores; your friendly neighborhood bodega cats. They're content to laze around the aisles, though the more playful sorts may swat at your wayward accessories as you pass by.
Don't mind that they seem to disappear - and reappear - with a blink. That's just something cats can do.
Of course you are! There's plenty of places to eat here, but why go to some no-name joint when you can go to McDonalds? They've got burgers, they've got fries, they've got McPizza, and they even have a playplace! ...Though you're probably too old for the ball pit.
Regardless of what you order, if you even order, the cashier presses a small toy into the palm of your hand. Don't you feel a pair of tiny eyes on you?
For fuck's sake, someone only went and killed a guy in the McDonald's parking lot. Maybe his head is smashed in under that chicken mask, or maybe you'll want to check? You could do the right thing and work out who did this, or you could make off with his baseball bat. The choice is yours.
What good's a city that goes to sleep? When the sun goes down, the lights go up. The city becomes aglow with every colour of the neon rainbow, with bowling alleys, nightclubs, karaoke bars, arcades and soon-to-be-extinct roller discos competing for your attention until the sun comes up. You're here, there's no curfew, it's time to make the most of it.
Have something else in mind? Go wild, and party like it's 1989.
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Tch. Obviously. Anyone with two braincells to rub together could tell you the only reason humans desire to develop and maintain lasting companionship is simply to stave off the void of loneliness created as a result of not having any other productive meaning to their lives. That desire to have worth in one's life can just as easily be fulfilled by money, knowledge, skill, power- you name it. People are simply another commodity the same as anything else.
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That's not true! A lot of people are great and they're way more than just things you can use to your own advantage! And friendship means more to me than any amount of money anyone could give me!
[Granted the Ghostbusters do make a really decent wage right now.
Maybe not the best person to be preaching that but it's fine.]
[responds 1½ weeks late with McCafé]
Now you're just sounding like some second-rate morality play, Mr. Stantz. [Pointedly ignoring his doctorate.] What hard-hitting life lesson are you going to enlighten me on next, "lying is wrong"? "Don't hurt others"? "Smoking is bad for you"? Please. I wasn't born yesterday, I've heard all this drivel before and then some, and I can tell you for a fact that no matter how invaluable a man claims his relationships are... there's always an amount you can pay him that proves otherwise.
The fact of the matter is: nothing in this world has intrinsic worth except for cold hard cash. ...unless you want to tell me you're paying your taxes in units of friendship, hm? Do you give hugs instead of checks, too?
[He keeps chuckling under his breath, way too amused at himself. Also, it seems he's starting to idly cycle through the songs list again. Didn't he already have his turn? What a douchebag.]