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[questionauthority]

"Edward Nigma speaking. Riddle me this: What is it that demands an answer, yet never asks a question? Answer: A telephone, of course. Unfortunately for you, I've no further answer to give, as I'm currently occupied. Leave a message and, if you're lucky, I may do you the honor of returning your call. Ta-ta!"

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[hintcoinplz]

O-okay. I think I'm getting the hang of this. I should be able to get us there...

[And off they go to the bookstore! Slowly. Very very slowly.]

[questionauthority]

You can afford to go a little faster. [Then, very hastily amending his suggestion:] Just a little.

[Well, this drive could do with a bit of music, couldn't it? Eddie reaches forward and switches on the radio, and some popular music of the era begins to play.]

[strike_you_out]

[As the car approaches one of the few semi-busy intersections in the town, the traffic light changes. Slugger squints through the window at it.]

That light's fuchsia. Do we still have to stop?

[hintcoinplz]

Eh? Do we stop now?

[And Luke's starting to slow down, thankfully not coming to a sudden halt like last time.]

[questionauthority]

Fuchsia...? You'll want to stop at a red light, not a---

[Oh hey, that is kind of a red light, isn't it?]

Yes. Yes, stop.

[strike_you_out]

[Someone obviously needs to change the bulb in that red light. Considering how rarely he pays attention to red lights, this is the first he's noticed it. Despite this being one of the "busiest" intersections in town, there aren't many cars.

Settling back in the convertible, Slugger rests his feet up on the side of the car just behind Edward.]