[ It takes Renji a second to lift his head from the steering wheel. Badou would be see a big angry bruise on his forehead right now if his bandanna wasn't strategically covering it for just such moments of unintended headbutting. He rolls his eyes at Badou and shakes his head, definitely out of exasperation and not because he might have gotten a concussion. ]
You ain't dead yet, idiot.
[ His fingers flex on the steering wheel and he pauses to gather his nerves. ]
Well, if you're done screaming like a girl.
[ He takes a deep breath. It takes a lot of guts to admit when you've fucked up and in that regard Renji is nothing if a loser with the intestinal fortitude of an amoeba. Most of the time. ] How... do I move this thing back?
so much later that the old narrator got tired of waiting, and they had to hire a new one...
You ain't dead yet, idiot.
[ His fingers flex on the steering wheel and he pauses to gather his nerves. ]
Well, if you're done screaming like a girl.
[ He takes a deep breath. It takes a lot of guts to admit when you've fucked up and in that regard Renji is nothing if a loser with the intestinal fortitude of an amoeba. Most of the time. ] How... do I move this thing back?