[Nandor is hesitant, looking mournful about his motorcycle for a moment. Then he simply hurls it over his shoulder like it's nothing to him in value and weight.
He doesn't need to be asked twice, Nandor has been invited in so he can make himself comfortable as the Passenger Princess of this accursed vessel. He reaches over, starting to honk the horn repeatedly.]
Come on, Guillermo. We have to beat the sun! What are you doing?
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He doesn't need to be asked twice, Nandor has been invited in so he can make himself comfortable as the Passenger Princess of this accursed vessel. He reaches over, starting to honk the horn repeatedly.]
Come on, Guillermo. We have to beat the sun! What are you doing?