They made the trade, the car glowed a sickly shade of purple, and they launched back onto the asphalt. They were miles away from their destination, low on money, and the car was now haunted by a Victorian child who wouldn't stop critiquing Polly's driving.
Polly sighed, dodging a giant flaming tumbleweed. "Best road trip ever." Monster.Prom.3.Monster.Roadtrip.v0.26-GOG.rar
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Scott, a werewolf whose optimism was as thick as his skull, didn't look up from the map he was currently trying to eat. "Don't worry, Polly! I saw a sign for a 'Mystery Hole' three miles back. It’s either a tourist trap or a gateway to a dimension where snacks are free. Either way, the Magic levels are gonna spike!" "Best road trip ever
"We've got plenty of Soul!" Scott cheered, flexing. "I found some extra in the glove box next to the jumper cables."