Thank you all you nice, nice people for reviewing! It literally makes me giggle and smile like a loony person every time I see one of those messages in my inbox. Makes the day shiny and happy for me, yes it does. So, here's the next chapter. Yep.
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...Does anybody actually read these things?
"Oi! Ya got the wrong idea there, kiddo. I ain't no stalker!"
"...You do realize you technically just said you were a stalker, right?"
"Miles. No comments... from the peanut gallery, got it?"
"Just saying..."
"What I meant," the now flustered car continued, holo now blushing deeply, "Is that I'm not a stalker. I jus' need the glasses, mkay?"
"Why?"
Sam held the doll closer to himself, eyes narrowing.
The holo smacked his head against the steering wheel, grumbling softly to himself. Why, why in Primus's name did he always have to deal with the stubborn ones...?
"Look, I just need the glasses, kay? I promise I'll leave ya alone, I just need the glasses."
"I know... you need the glasses. What I don't know... is why."
Sam paused, head tilting to the side.
"Unless... You're secretly an alien from another planet caught in a war with other aliens... and you need the glasses to lead... you to some kind of secret weapon of some kind."
Miles slapped a hand against his forehead.
"You and your ridiculous theories... Dude, aliens don't exist. There are no aliens."
"Says you."
Neither of them noticed the holo flickering from shock.
"Ehehe, yeah, no such thing... I can't tell ya why I need the glasses, I just do. Look, I'll pay ya or somethin'."
"If you... can't tell me why you need them, then why should I give them to you?"
Jazz's eyes widened and he threw open the passenger door. Ooooh, hell, not good.
"Ya see that cop car behind ya? That's why. Get in, get in!"
They both stared at the door (that had seemingly opened by itself) and back at the police car that had just turned onto the street.
"Miles?"
"Yes, Sam?"
"Police cars... don't usually say 'To punish... and enslave' on them, do they."
"No, Sam."
"Miles?"
"Yes Sam?"
"That car just... glared at us, didn't it."
"Yes, Sam."
They both jumped into Jazz's car and threw on their seat belts, glancing back at the very angry looking cop car, though how a car could be angry, neither of them were sure...
"Give me the map, and I might spare the pathetic squishy's lives."
They both shivered at the hateful, metallic voice that came from the car.
And almost screamed when the holographic image of human Jazz disappeared and a similar, metallic sounding voice yelled through the stereo, "If ya can catch m'!"
And both cars rocketed off at speeds that really shouldn't be possible, dodging in and out of the neighborhood streets onto the main highway, weaving in and out of traffic, yelling insults back and forth.
"Miles?"
"Yes Sam?"
"We're in... a talking car."
"Yes, Sam."
"Miles?"
"Yes Sam?"
The person in question just scowled, reaching around to punch the other hard.
"Dude! What was that for?"
"They... don't exist, he says, you're... nuts, he says, aliens aren't... real he says. Well? We're in... a freaking talking car, being... chased by another talking car, both of which... seem to be after my grandfather's glasses."
:Boss-Bot?:
:Do I even want to now?:
Both teens started at the sound of the new voice coming out of the stereo.
:I currently have the mechling, his friend, and the glasses.:
:Why do I feel like there's a but at the end of that statement?:
:But I'm... kinda caught in a high speed chase with Barricade.:
:Protect the mechlings. Keep Barricade away from the glasses. When you shake him off, meet us here. And, please, Jazz, try to keep the destruction to a minimum...:
:Ya got it, Boss-Bot! Jazz out.:
"See?"
Sam clutched his doll even closer, shaking his head back and forth. The Mission Impossible theme song blared through the car's stereo.
"Aliens. Freaking alien cars having a high speed chase over my glasses. Miles?"
"Yes, Sam?"
"I blame you."
"OK."
They were both quiet, trying to hold in their questions for a... less dangerous time.. After all, it wouldn't do to distract the alien car from his driving when the other alien car was trying to kill them. No, wouldn't do at all.
"Sam?"
"Yes, Miles?"
"...I think I'm in shock."
"Me too."
"Ok, then."
"Yep."
They huddled close together on their seat, watching as other cars, walls, and buildings rocketed past at unheard of speeds.
"...We're gonna die, aren't we?"
"Probably."
"OK, then."
Uhh... chapter four?