(lxxvii.)

"...I, uh... I--"
"Impressive, huh?"

Pierpont just stared at it in utter disbelief.

"It, um..."
"So, what'd'ya think?"
"It's very... uh... turquoise."
"Well, yeah, it is--"
"And pointy. It's very pointy. And shiny."
"Yeah."

He ran his hand along one of its fins.

There was an awkward silence.

"So... why exactly do they call it 'the Killmaster'?"
"It's got guns. Lots and lots of guns. And they're all built in."
"Really?"
"Yup. And it shoots rockets."
"Cool."
"It spits oil out of a spigot in the back bumper, and there's even a cupholder."
"We've had this all along and no one told me?"
"Well, no one really knows what all the little knobs on the dashboard do. Um, there's just, uh, so many of them. We marked the ones that we know with little red dots. But the other ones are anyone's guess."

"...So, why is it that nasty turquoise color?"
"It was a popular color for cars that year."
"It's icky."
"It's the greatest spy car ever invented, and you're complaining about the color?"
"Well, it... it's turquoise."


[chapter lxxviii.]