When you’re in the on-ramp and they’re not letting you merge on the highway.
“They will answer to the King of Gondor.”
Downshifts valiantly, brap brap brap, merges.
“You will suffer me.”
One does not simply drive into Mordor.
For when you need a shifter that might just kill someone in a crash.
Angearil, Shift of the West
The heel-toe again shall be King
Looks at your car
“No more than a broken heirloom”
Well now I need to pull it out, but I don’t think your gearbox would like that very much
Anduril.
I mean at least it’s flared so nobody will present to the ER with an entire car up their ass…
All fun and games until somebody notices the groove in the road behind you.
Looks more like a barb, so once you’re on you can’t get off
It has been reforged
Higher quality version
“Strange automobiles distributing swords is no basis for a system of government!”
Ahh Carsil
Reminds me of the phallic tattoo on Brock Lesnar’s chest.
Excalicar, of the High Ways
And they that can shift into the 6th gear shall be named King of the Road!
