Crushes cars

My brother picked me up and carried me out of the woods. We went back to the car.
The car's remains.
I stared dully at the mess. It looked as though something had taken Thomas's white Jag and put it in a trash compactor with the Blue Beetle. The two cars, together, had been smashed down into a mass about four feet high. Liquids and fuel bled out onto the street below them.
Thomas gingerly put me down on my good leg as I stared at my car.
There was no way the Beetle was going to resurrect from this one. I found myself blinking tears out of my eyes. It wasn't an expensive car. It wasn't a sexy car. It was my car.
And it was gone.
"Dammit," I mumbled.
"Hmmm?" Thomas asked. He looked considerably less broken up than me.
"My staff was inna car." I sighed. "Takes weeks to make one of those."
"Lara's going to be annoyed with me," Thomas said. "That's the third one this year."
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. I feel your pain. What happened with the big thing?"
"The fight?" Thomas shrugged. "Bullfighting tactics, for the most part. When it tried to focus on one, the other two would come at its back. Mouse did you rather proud."


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