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Chapter #3
Taxi
by: Unknown
Your built like a linebacker (maybe one who's seen better days). Square-shouldered and thick around the middle, with thick legs and surprisingly wide feet. You'd be tough looking if it weren't for the blond-haired baby face staring back at you from the mirror.
The train begins to slow, then stops altogether. You step off and follow the signs for taxis.
At the taxi stand is strange white rabbit toon, looking hyperactive even just standing there. He lights up when he sees you, grabs your hand, and starts shaking it fast enough to practically dislocate your shoulder. You pull your hand away and notice your right arm is now conspicuously longer. For a second, you panic. Then you remember where you are. Waving your arm until it blurs, it warps back to "normal".
He introduces himself as Roger, says he works in film, asks you what you do, where you're from, and about 6 other questions without pausing to wait for answers (or for that matter, breathe).
"So, pal. First timer, hunh? I can always tell a first timer. They never know to hit the button."
Pulling an oversized mallet from nowhere, he obliterates a red button on the side of the taxi stand.
An bullet-shaped automated car pulls up. The top pops open and he front seat lifts up. It seems to seat one in back and one in front. It's also obvious that when the front seat comes down, the person in back's legs are trapped.
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