UrsaMagnus

"I dunno where you were rushing to get to, sir, but the speed limit is sixty. I heard that the road work downtown's made traffic a bitch, anyway." With one hand tussling his blonde hair, another on his hip, and two more grasping  the sides of a now-totaled wreck of a Mercedes, the four-armed William Bartlett-- the mighty Quadricep-- glanced upwards at the undercarriage of the vehicle only for a few drops of motor fluid to splash on his face. Bill winced as he felt their impact on his fair skin, "Hasn't anyone learned yet that speed kills?" The male driver of the car was nonplussed about his ride being turned into scrap with Quadricep's vic...