Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20150421013852/@comment-24416658-20150706053448

Tanner looked up at the tank in front of him, his hands on his hips. Both versions of him could agree on one thing.

Dag-nab these fancy new tech things.

"So where's the stirrup in this ol' thing? Y'all see anythin' other than a bucket of bolts? You can prolly sneeze and this here thing'll come clatterin' down." Tanner gave the tank a kick, then walked around it.

"Yeah, I'm not one for fancy didgeroos like this here thing. Hey, pardner, guy with the dirt all over 'im, ya know how to drive this? It ain't no stallion, no sir."

(I'm gonna be absent until Saturday. Camp. Skip me if you wish.)