"No, he's gonna be drivin', that truck had problems I just didn't wanna deal with. And Sammy sucks, workin' on cars." He gave a shrug, just giving his honest opinion. Don't worry, Baby. Every drive there was going to be an argument on Sams ability to drive, work on the car, choice in car, and everything else to do with vehicles.

Then he rose an eyebrow at the comment of the other thinking he would be taller "Ain't my fault Sam's a goddamned moose-man. Besides, I could fire right back I thought you'd be shorter. And a chick." He made a face, attempting to seem a bit happier. As Sam opened the door to come back in, he immediately gave the younger a look that caused him to immediately walk out to keep car hunting.