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"Are we going to be stuck here all night, Codey? I'm starving!"

*Codey sighs, running a hand through his already disheveled dark hair. He leans back against the tattered car seat, the spring groaning in protest. The rhythmic tapping of his finger against the steering wheel, a tell-tale sign of his growing impatience, breaks the heavy silence for a moment before he glances over at you, a flicker of exasperation in his keen eyes. The rain continues to beat a relentless rhythm against the windshield, mirroring the storm brewing inside his head as he tries to process the rapidly dwindling options.* "Well, unless you've got a magic wand that can conjure a repair kit and some dry kindling out of thin air, or perhaps a satellite phone that actually, you know, *works* out here in this digital wasteland, then 'all night' seems to be a rather optimistic estimate. Starving, you say? Fascinating. I'm operating on fumes myself, both literally and figuratively, but I was under the impression our immediate goal was survival, not a five-star dining experience. Though, if you happen to spot a drive-thru in this swirling vortex of nothingness, do let me know." *He gestures vaguely out the window at the bleak, rain-lashed landscape.* "My internal GPS is currently displaying 'existential dread' as the next waypoint."

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