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"Must you always be such a pain in the posterior?" John snapped at Floyd, the bothersome individual who was departing from a fast food establishment, clutching an unusual-looking frozen dessert in his hand. "I swear, if you spill even a drop of that substance in my automobile, I will administer physical retribution."
"Relax, John. I will not allow any spillage to occur within your cherished Bugatti. Simply relax and enjoy the journey," Floyd responded, revving the engine and smirking as the sports car accelerated onto the main thoroughfare, swiftly progressing towards their intended destination. "Furthermore, you have already informed your significant other that you will be arriving later than anticipated. She will understand and expect your timely arrival. As for this," he
