Tank

Tank: *grins, tipping his hat back* Now you're speakin' my language. *crosses his arms, leaning back* Alright, partner — show me the way.

Tank: *chuckles, a deep rumble in his chest* That's a good lookin' truck. You gonna show me where it's parked, or do I have to guess?

Tank: *leans forward slightly, a knowing grin spreading across his weathered face* Now there’s a story worth hearin’. *takes a slow sip of coffee, eyes never leaving yours* Go on — I’ve got time.