You barely slow down and the barbie sized chick jumps onto your running board. You open the door and in seconds, the lithe little jynmast is in your lap breathing hard and wiping her brow.
"Why are you running around in traffic, you could get killed doing that," you tell her sarcasticly knowing everyone here seems to be totally suicidal.
"Please tell me you're from off world and you don't eat people?" The panting minx begs.
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