After roughly 20 minutes of shaky ride, an orange hover car entered a spacious parking area, and the orange-haired driver stepped outside.
"We've arrived at BROTHEL." Flexy said as he got out of his car and peered inside at Max, "Come on, buddy. Let's have fun. There are plenty of sports you can do inside."
"Tsk, it was your fault for creating that misunderstanding." Max clicked his tongue and stepped out, glaring at Flexy. "Who knew that BROTHEL is the name of a sports center? I thought it was that kind of place. If you hadn't explained it, I almost threw myself out of the car earlier."
— Don't worry, it's Flexy's fault
— We almost lost a gem! That orange… I will peel him and turn him into juice!
— I have a blender, let me help.
— I'll do you one better, I have a drill and grass cutter
— I'll do YOU one better! I have a factory to grill meat. We can make Flexy juice there
