I'm gonna fight this woman.
I'm out there getting dragged around by giant alien machines that gurgle to communicate, zapped by lightning, trapped by LIVING WRECKAGE, haunted by crash test dummies, I get caught in an acid rainstorm that sends great globs of burning mucus through the atmosphere and nearly destroys my only mode of transportation; and I barely make it back to the garage with all of my wheels on, forget if they're intact.
I have had a shitty shitty run trying to grind for this electric car (still 700 swamp coral away from my goal) and that woman just can NOT leave well enough alone, can she? DOCTOR OPHELIA TURNER The mother of LIM technology and the cornerstone of ARDA science and technology, most likely trapped in the zone just like I am, drinking her days away instead of actually helping me get out of here, has made no efforts to hide the fact that she does not care if I live or die.
"You know, I can't imagine how a combustion engine car is still running out there, especially the way you drive it."
YOU WANNA GO, OPPY! YOU WANNA FIGHT! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE EIGHTY, COME DOWN HERE AND FIGHT ME, I'LL SHOW YOU HOW SOFT THESE HANDS ARE!






