You cause a commotion everywhere you go.
“I’m like Oprah.”
“I feel like Oprah.”
“Car’s vegan powered?”
“How do they get the vegans in the fuel tank?”
I don’t think that’s what that means.
“And, you know, once the vegans are in the tank, then how do they tell people that they’re vegans?”
You’re completely misunderstanding this. The gas is made out of plant material.
“Are we talking about tofu farts?”
“Cuz I love my sister-in-law, but after a couple helpings of quinoaloaf, she could clear out the room.”
Car doesn’t run on any kind of farts, Bobby.
“Well, then: what the hell does it run on?”
You can make gas out of corn or wheat or rice or bacteria or whatever. It’s just nowhere near as efficient as the gas made from dinosaurs.
“Huh. Why don’t you just use an electric car?”
You should. Internal combustion engines are 150 year old technology. But it’s a race. There’s rules.
“Sure, yeah, rules. Save your blue shell for when you really need it.”
You’re thinking about Mario Kart, Bobby.
“I may or may not have little to no idea what’s going on.”
Can you get up?
“If I wanted to.”