Dude, where’s the car?

I remember (now) leaving the Pulp truck in a parking lot about a week and a half ago. But, fifteen minutes ago, I had no clue where it was, and neither did anybody else.

I don’t know what’s more clear: that we really need Nic and Scott to get started so I can recover some attention, or that we didn’t deserve the tax break we got to buy a bigger company car.