1st there is denial:
I know, it looks like my car, but it can’t be
Nothing wrong with the car… Why would anyone trade it in for a freakin’ bicycle????
Then An-Grrrrrr!
WTF! Them bastards at New Belgium tricked me! And who’s this Walter guy who thinks he’s a bad ass that he can just take my car??? Damn them all to hell, I tells ya!
Wait, maybe I can make a deal with this guy…
“Hey Walter, old buddy… “
I know you were born in Bahia Brazil. I bet you love Samba music right? I can get you front row tickets to the next performance of Bloco em Foco. What do you say… Is it a deal?
** DEPRESSION **
(Nothing to see here. Don’t want to be here. Everything is dark. Go away!)
I ACCEPT !
The car is going to a good home
…and that’s all that matters.