"You let me," he replies. "Well. Or maybe you didn't, but I don't think I did anything special. Anyway, I'm just glad I got to try one of these dumb things out," he says, and gives the car a joking pat of affection once it has come to a full stop.

His toe catches on the lip of the bumper as he tries to stand, and he tumbles straight to the ground, but the bumper car is also a convenient handhold to stand up with. Once successfully on two feet again, he heads out of the arena so he can get his cigarette lit without anyone else who might want to play trying to knock him over.