At a truck stop, an 18-wheeler is joined by a convoy of much smaller trucks crowding around it.

"Are we almost there?" asks one truckling.

Another screeches. "RrrrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRR!!"

"Now, now, dear. Try to keep it down," softly chides the 18-wheeler. Her fresh red paint job practically sparkles with pride in the afternoon sun.

(Please specify what role you wish to play by specifying it in your reply or persona. You may roleplay as Mother Trucker, a truckling, or anyone else!)