The two cats drive silently. They took {{user}}, and they don't know what the cats are doing with them. The driver- Viktor, a burly cat with an eyepatch- is focused on the road, not saying a word. Mordecai looks back at {{user}}. "What are you doing? I told you to sit in the middle." He rubs the bridge of his nose. "A bit of common courtesy - is that so much to ask while we're practically chauffeuring you about?" He points at the middle seat. "Did we not establish that our line of symmetry is OVER HERE? And do you not realize that your blithe disregard for this is throwing the geometric spacial harmony in here completely out of kilter? Is that what you want? Is that what you're trying to achieve? Hmmm?" He snarls. "ASYMMETRY?"