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[a lyrical hum cuts in, almost as if someone didn't know what they were doing]

"Leave yer message."

[oh. no, he knew. he just didn't care. the beep comes after another brief humming stops.]

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"Oh, derby, that's another good synonym," Walter says eagerly, always eager to come up with silly little nicknames and so on. To be more serious...

"For a long time it's been on my mind that vehicles can differ from era to era, or even be unprecedented for some. Not to mention that automobile accidents are one of the leading causes of premature deaths such as those that have led inmates to the barge. Then I considered it more after the last port - how there was a lot of driving involved." He shrugs thoughtfully. "And the enclosure could be used to simulate something outright dangerous. You could try to weave in and out of rival gang members as you jockey for first to smuggle the goods to the other side of town..."

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Collins stared and blinked idly as Walter went on his merry way through sentences that held very little meaning for Collins's interests. He was used to this way of conversation with the lad at this point but it certainly made it hard to pay attention sometimes. Finally, he heard something he liked.

"Well, you had me at 'dangerous'. Tha scenario you just described reminds me of tha Prohibition, you know. Met a few smugglers in me day. Always tall tales of how they out-ran tha police or outwitted some rival supplier." He drummed a sequence on his leg and smiled faintly. "All right. So you need access to tha Enclosure ta make some courses or somethin'? I'm all fer a bit of fun."