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We're in a garage. A friend of mine, from the Netherlands, very random, has bought a new car. It's a Mercedes C-class, the current model. It's got the star on the bonnet, not in the grill. The model number is something that doesn't exist, it's got a K in it. It's one of the top models. It's black and has weird plastic panels on the side. I don't know why.

Cut to a new scene. We're in the same nondescript, grey, dark garage. This time it's my dad. He's bought the same damn car! Except it's dark grey, not black. It also has a K in its model name, unlike the real one. It is not the top model. It doesn't have the plastic bits.

New scene. He's bought a race car. His racing kart, the one he actually has, is in the garage with him. This race car is a Volvo of some sort, a 90s type. It looks like an STCC car. It's got a V8 and divides at the middle for no good reason. I try sitting in it.

That's it. I think.