[Nux is ravenous for answers. All these things he doesn't know, they bear down on him. Smog. So when the figure shrugs like he has no idea, Nux's face falls. Except-- mystery box! Maybe he can figure it out himself. Could use these parts and anything else he finds to construct a rig of his own, just like his previous vehicle.]
Then it is mine to claim!
[Gives the handful of wiring one last fond look before he starts gathering all the pieces up to store them within the machine again. He'll lug this prize away and cache it. -- Where? The concept of a room to yourself is one foreign to a War Boy. Even wonderful Valhalla can't stir up the thought.]
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Then it is mine to claim!
[Gives the handful of wiring one last fond look before he starts gathering all the pieces up to store them within the machine again. He'll lug this prize away and cache it. -- Where? The concept of a room to yourself is one foreign to a War Boy. Even wonderful Valhalla can't stir up the thought.]
Where's the best hiding spot?
[Gotta know that one, at least.]