gearshift48 The insectiod turns around, the weapon off its back in one fluid motion, being used as a cane, even though the moth stands tall. "Please follow me. We could have this meeting in a more...what is the word...formal...location. Do not worry about your bike-" A worker interrupts from the hangar.
"WE TREAT VEHICLES LIKE CHILDREN: ONLY PRIESTS CAN TOUCH THEM!!!" Everyone erupts in laughter, Whitnyl shaking his head.
"Completely wrong religion...pardon the joke." He leads them down a hall.