Sanoja: Punch. Fuming.

What I lack in speed, I make up with efficiency. Although the former seems to be what matters to you. And though I take up much less space, I?m the one who?s in your way? Guess my digital response to your one note protest is as primitive as my mode of transportation. Just press your magic pedal, and fume into the sunset. I don?t want to smell your muffler.