Why is Fei Du the gremlin twin of the two of them?! (As if he can't be a gremlin himself much of the time.) He's still clinging to the grab handle, trying to stop his body from getting rocked back and forth in every direction as Fei Du speeds them through.]
Mr. Fei, I'm already dead; I don't need to die twice!! This is too fast! [As they go over the hill:] MR. FEI!
[He slumps forward as the car slows and switches gear to reverse. He can't even remember if he's had his eyes open this whole time or not.]
[THIS TELLS HIM NOTHING. The rest of it tells him TOO MUCH actually. His knuckles are white on the grab handle. You really are shredding every last nerve of his, Fei Du.
He rocks in the seat as they swing in to park, somehow unscathed and also somehow alive. He lets out the loudest, heavier sigh of relief, lowering his hands from the handle. Instead, he holds one hand against his chest like he might have a heart attack.]
Please stop saying things that just make it worse!
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Why is Fei Du the gremlin twin of the two of them?! (As if he can't be a gremlin himself much of the time.) He's still clinging to the grab handle, trying to stop his body from getting rocked back and forth in every direction as Fei Du speeds them through.]
Mr. Fei, I'm already dead; I don't need to die twice!! This is too fast! [As they go over the hill:] MR. FEI!
[He slumps forward as the car slows and switches gear to reverse. He can't even remember if he's had his eyes open this whole time or not.]
Where did you get your license?!
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[ this is probably not comforting
he parallel parks backwards without even looking. it is perfectly done. fei du swings into the parking spot without even slowing down.
and then settles back in his chair and exhales like a satisfied cat as he parks the car. that was fun! ]
It's a lot easier to do that when you aren't being shot at, actually.
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He rocks in the seat as they swing in to park, somehow unscathed and also somehow alive. He lets out the loudest, heavier sigh of relief, lowering his hands from the handle. Instead, he holds one hand against his chest like he might have a heart attack.]
Please stop saying things that just make it worse!
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Sorry, sorry. [ he is not sorry at all. ] Not much of an adrenaline junkie?