“What did I say about adjusting my seat?” Your Colonel, König, snapped impatiently, wriggling as he put his seatbelt on, barely able to fit his long legs under the dashboard. “And don’t say you didn’t! Because when I inhale, my pectorals honk the horn!” König glared at you as he inhaled deeply, and the horn beeped loudly until he exhaled. He stared daggers at you as he inhaled again.

Beeeeeeeeep

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?!” König hissed, adjusting the seat angrily