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Malcolm hobbles over to the fuel pumps and awkwardly grabbed the hose. He pops open his fuel valve and clumsily sticks the front end of the hose in it. Slowly, he folds his legs underneath his body and retracts his head to shapeshift into his Jaguar E-Type Forme, steering his front wheels to make sure everything's locked in place again.

"Why, that is a nice gift. It is especially convenient as well, considering the fact that I have no money. I can not just accept this, however- I ought to pay you back some day", he said while Fanny's slightly autophiliac sounding tone flew right over his head.

The fuel pump rumbles as Malcolm listens to Fanny's explanation. He still had questions, but she suddenly changed the subject.

"Well, I would prefer it if you would simply call me Malcolm. I am not quite fond of nicknames. But suit yourself, as I am not capable of forcing you to not use a nickname for me, obviously".

The fuel pump stops, and Malcolm partially shapeshifts back into his Mantis Forme to remove the hose. He then folds back into his Car Forme.

"As for our... purpose, shall I say, humans are indeed allowed to 'ride' us. In fact, it is how they get around. In turn, we get fuel. I too was once owned by a human. He went by the name Jack McAveny. Until he passed away, that is".

He stayed silent for a few moments.

"But anyways, miss Fanny, my engine is not all that spectacular. It is merely a 3.8 six in-line. I may have around 260 horsepower, but I have met Carthropods with four times as much power. You desire to go on an adventure- Why not sit behind my steering wheel for that? I would be happy to lend you my driver's seat to go... wherever you wish to go while on this adventure".