“Angel?”

“Yeah?”

“I think it’s stuck.”

“What!?!”

“It’s stuck!”

“Cordy I told you that you had to be gentle, move smooth and slow, don’t just randomly pull and yank when you go back and forth!”

“Well, I’m sorry I wanted to do this quick, you always take too long to get in!”

“Well, I like to do it right, here just let me try.”

“Fine, go.”

“Ugh.”

“See, it’s really stuck!”

“I’m never letting you have control ever again, not even for a quick ride, you seem bent on hurting it.”

“Shut up and try to yank it free.”

“I’m not going to yank it, that would hurt it.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Hey, you know it has feelings, I mean the emotional attachment alone . . .”

“Just shut up and yank it.”

“Not gonna.”

“Fine, then I will.”

“YAHHH!”

“Angel, stop it, its just a car.”

“No, Cordy, it’s my baby. I’m never letting you drive again, I can believe you screwed up my gear shift, now pull into of the parking place *slowly*.”

“Please just shut up . . .”