[i]This is a draft of satire about an Exo named Ten-4, his ghost, Maine, and a ship that nestled itself in the Tower Hangar. A quip of embellishment, -blam!-ed up nomenclature, cb-radio puns, and terrible references.[/i] So there it was, the upmost badass spacetruck ever to construct the galaxy. A rolling stone of perpetual propulsion. [url=http://youtu.be/IocCC1-jeTY][/url] Outfitted with enough serial bus to reckon an old-fashioned bull-true ruckous. [url=http://youtu.be/cXX-Z7JMh1Q][/url] The faster you go the bigger it gets, lest you decide to truck in four wheels over drive. If you happen TO get stuck, there's 7 different ways to Sunday tucked in the glovebox. [url=http://youtu.be/ioVtWHzPkgM][/url] The engine idled at a harmonous bumble that shook you in your bones like pride itself. [url=http://youtu.be/tU4rRDA4SM8][/url] Ten-4: [i]"Where did you get started?"[/i] he thought to the truck, then spoke. "Is that a 1020-5500 Duke Field?" Maine: "Nope, it's a 1050-10100 Super Shepherd. Ten-4: "A 'ten-hundred'? Wow, that's over 9000." The achievement of man-kind had progressed to this point, to make a truck like this. Within himself, as a fellow mechanic and engineer, Ten-4 was whole for a moment. [spoiler]nsfw: [url=https://youtu.be/U1mlCPMYtPk][/url][/spoiler] Maine: "No, it's not." Ten-4: "What?" [spoiler]1050-10100 = -9050[/spoiler] Holliday: "It's a Tex, that's for sure." she dried her hands with a rag. Ten-4: "Take my money, Holliday." Holliday: "10-4, I just got this!" she laughed. Ten-4: "I'll double it." Main: "Duplicating Tex M-" Ten-4 and Holliday: "That's not what I meant." [i]... to be continued[/i] [spoiler]10-20 location 10-50 break channel 10-100 need to use the bathroom[/spoiler]