I was driving my Chevy Vega to 7-11 and everyone on the road was incinerated by something. Ever since being revived I can't tell whether I'm real or just a projection from my Ghost and part of the Traveler's attempt to amuse itself. The main reason I suspect this is that my Ghost makes all of the decisions and barely lets me talk.
Chevy Vega. Lmao. The aluminum engine block would melt. What a POS. You sir, get the gold star! ⭐️
Thanks. It was my mother's first car. Brand new, and it broke down for the first time after she had only had it for a month. When I was younger I used to always wonder how my mother knew so much about engine problems then I found out it was because she had a Vega.