There's something about the way they're wired that causes their bodies to keep moving, crashing, hitting, knocking, kicking, climbing, crawling, running.
Nathan is no exception to the rule, he is the poster child for it. And as I've said before, it's quite fun for me to tap into my inner growl and enjoy all the crashing every now and then.
This day was a day to test how far the SpiderMan Zoom-n-Go truck could travel. From one end of the dining room, through it, the kitchen and pantry area is a good 30 feet. Perfect locale to test the truck's abilities.
We forgot to take into account sub-par engineering standards because the blasted thing didn't roll straight.
It crashed. That's all that mattered to him.
Remnants of a boy being in the area. Crashed trucks and a chair precariously perched for falling over.
He didn't care one bit that the Zoom-n-Go didn't travel straight, like I did, he was more interested in it crashing into GraveDigger.
Duh, when will I ever get this straight?
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