we meet again...
Orlando seasoned and packed the deviled eggs and tossed the chicken strips before the Mercedes pulled to his window. He is a machine and works fast as he enjoys listening to the little opera outside his van; " Ay, Paul. Paul ! Who owns this SSV ?! " Roger's voice cut through the lot. Paul wandered around his wagon racer and smoothed his fur, which almost matched the paint of the car, " The Holden belongs to Mr. Brokson, the owner of this establishment." Karl stared, aghast, " What the heck, is he wearing a fursuit or something ?!" " Naw, mate. That's him. He.." " The Pink Panther is REAL ??!!" Roger set a hand on Karl's shoulder," Right, his name is Paulshen. Ya wanna keep it down, mate ? ". Paul approached them and offered Karl a...hand which he absently shook. Then he turned to Roger, " Mr. Brokson usually drives the Lexus but likes to show the Commodore at the events. He's rather proud of it." Roger patted Karl on the back, " This is my hot rod buddy Karlton. We saw yer car there.."
Orlando snapped back when he heard the Mercedes' engine quietly rumble and shut off. The driver had been watching the drama in the corner and then turned to Orlando with a grin. " I would..." They were interrupted by Sharif's call, " Ali-Salah, sir ! How's the Miura SV running ?" The man was a study in patience as he gestured to Orlando for a moment to answer the young man, " The Miura is running perfectly, Sharif. Your father knows the Lamborghini well. Happy New Year, and forward my regards to the family." He turned to Orlando who greeted him, " I...believe I know you..."
we meet again...
Orlando seasoned and packed the deviled eggs and tossed the chicken strips before the Mercedes pulled to his window. He is a machine and works fast as he enjoys listening to the little opera outside his van; " Ay, Paul. Paul ! Who owns this SSV ?! " Roger's voice cut through the lot. Paul wandered around his wagon racer and smoothed his fur, which almost matched the paint of the car, " The Holden belongs to Mr. Brokson, the owner of this establishment." Karl stared, aghast, " What the heck, is he wearing a fursuit or something ?!" " Naw, mate. That's him. He.." " The Pink Panther is REAL ??!!" Roger set a hand on Karl's shoulder," Right, his name is Paulshen. Ya wanna keep it down, mate ? ". Paul approached them and offered Karl a...hand which he absently shook. Then he turned to Roger, " Mr. Brokson usually drives the Lexus but likes to show the Commodore at the events. He's rather proud of it." Roger patted Karl on the back, " This is my hot rod buddy Karlton. We saw yer car there.."
Orlando snapped back when he heard the Mercedes' engine quietly rumble and shut off. The driver had been watching the drama in the corner and then turned to Orlando with a grin. " I would..." They were interrupted by Sharif's call, " Ali-Salah, sir ! How's the Miura SV running ?" The man was a study in patience as he gestured to Orlando for a moment to answer the young man, " The Miura is running perfectly, Sharif. Your father knows the Lamborghini well. Happy New Year, and forward my regards to the family." He turned to Orlando who greeted him, " I...believe I know you..."