Eh, no, but you can get in mine if you'd like. Just put those tools in the back, there. No, not there. I'm fussy about my tools. Put them in the bed back there, under the cover, and arrange them alphabetically so that I can find them later. And wipe your feet. You don't smoke, do you? Yes, that's a dog. He doesn't bite. Much. If you have a fire arm, I'd suggest you place it in your vehicle before you get in mine. The dog doesn't like 'em unless I'm the one with 'em. If you happen to have a newish Beretta 92, I'll happily hang on to it for you so the dog doesn't get worked up. Now, where were we? Yeah. I'm not going to get in your vehicle, but you can get in mine. I don't like your vehicle. Too many lights and stuff for me. I could have a seizure, or something. Did I tell you I'm an epileptic? Yeah. I'm not. That's probably why I didn't tell you that, but it is a fact that flashing lights can precipitate a seizure in some people. I won't know if I'm "some people" until it happens, and by then it's too late...