“Can you drive a motorcycle?” I give Ashen a dead-eyed glare. This guy. Can I drive a fucking motorcycle. I put my hand out for my book and pen, and he rolls his eyes as he hands them over from the pocket of his jacket. Of course I fucking can, you tit. Can you drive a tank? “Yes. Can you fly a helicopter?” Yes. Can you drive an excavator? “Yes. Can you pilot a submarine?” Fuck. No I cannot. Who would want to do that anyway? Submarine pilots I guess. I glare at Ashen and he smirks in reply. “Now that we've established that you cannot pilot a submarine, follow me.”
