You can make anything you want and you make traffic?
[So Steve does have some issues. Guess they can't all be Boy Scouts.]
It's a van. Got a sign on the side that says Devil May Cry. You can't miss it. [Except maybe in traffic. What the hell, man.] Figure I'll find it eventually. I'm on the way.
[At least once he's found a cozy place for his body to go comatose. But at least once he slips in, the van's there, waiting for him, with the phonebooth strapped to the top (maybe he should've mentioned that.) The van roars as it drives, erratic, piloted as it always is by a cloud of cigarette smoked vaguely in the shape of a person, and when the van is rolling through New York's streets, the panther that stalks his every move is half hanging out a window and the neon Devil May Cry sign is flickering on and off on the sides.]
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[So Steve does have some issues. Guess they can't all be Boy Scouts.]
It's a van. Got a sign on the side that says Devil May Cry. You can't miss it. [Except maybe in traffic. What the hell, man.] Figure I'll find it eventually. I'm on the way.
[At least once he's found a cozy place for his body to go comatose. But at least once he slips in, the van's there, waiting for him, with the phonebooth strapped to the top (maybe he should've mentioned that.) The van roars as it drives, erratic, piloted as it always is by a cloud of cigarette smoked vaguely in the shape of a person, and when the van is rolling through New York's streets, the panther that stalks his every move is half hanging out a window and the neon Devil May Cry sign is flickering on and off on the sides.]