[There hasn't been much activity around the used car lot save a few drones passing by. Fassad isn't even certain why he bothers showing up for work when he could stay at home and away from people. He's walking around with a clipboard in one hand, pretending to take inventory, and scarfing down a banana held in his other hand. Once finishing, Fassad throws the peel behind him.

Oh, what do you know. It looks as if there's actually a customer for a change. Fassad sees somebody inside a car just ahead of him. Clearing his throat and making as genuine of a smile that he could muster, the man walks over to the car and taps its window.]

Hello, sir, hello!

Did you have any luck finding happiness through that car? That's my job, to help you find the car that would make you the happiest.