Dude. You just let it crash? [He cackles, slapping his thigh.] Hardcore. It seems like a good way to lose your car though.

[Peter leans back in his seat, folding his hands behind his head as Niko takes off. To him it's a leisurely pace, like taking a walk. Normally it would make his skin crawl to be confined in a car moving at what feels like a snails pace, but he's in a good mood. Right now it's just relaxing.]

It seems like someone out there really, really likes me. I got it in the mail. Or rather, I got the note saying it got it with the mail call. Nice, right? Usually I just end up with food.