>Be Norman, time: 10:37 A.M.
>What the heck was so important that you had to get up before noon?
>You wouldn’t know, Nolan never bothered to actually tell you in the text
>All he wanted was for you to get your ass to Equestria High as fast as possible
>You still have no clue as to why he never just tells you to go to his house instead
>A part of you is eager to finally get to see what he’s been working on this whole time
>It’s been around, what, five to six months since you last saw him?
>Whatever it is, you’re prepared to be either utterly amazed or extremely disappointed
>You take a breath, and hastily turn the corner to gaze at the school
>In the parking lot, polishing a slim, purple car, is Nolan
>Unless that thing was built with his own two hands, you doubt that it’s the “project”
>It just seems too… underwhelming when compared to how excited he was
>”Yo, Norman!” He calls, waving you over as he tosses the white rag of polishing +1 aside
>”Enjoying the view of my new ride?” he asks, a smug smirk on his face
"Come on dude, you and I both know that this can’t be it."
>It’s like he thinks you’re a fool or something
>He raises an eyebrow, tapping twice on the slim vehicle
>”Oh really? What makes you think that?”
"Nothing much, just the fact that I know better by now."
>His amused look fades off
>”What if I told you that this really was what I’ve been working on?” He inquires, opening the driver’s door and gesturing you to get in the passenger’s seat
>You open the car door, silently hoping that Nolan knows how to drive well
"I’d call bullshit, especially since you seem to want to take me somewhere"
>Click, the doors are locked
>Your fate has been sealed Norman, abandon all hope.
>His head shakes as he chuckles, hands gripping the wheel
>”Both yes and no, Norman. Both yes and no.”
>What the hell does that even mean?
>He holds up his right hand, in it is a small box with a giant red button
>He pushes it  
>Nothing happens
>At least, nothing happened for a second or two
>You feel the world shake as Nolan grins like a maniac
>You can’t even say anything as suddenly you are riding an elevator that is falling, but upside down
>You almost fly out of the car when the ascent of terror stops
>He’s still grinning, but you’ll get to him after your heart stops beating 1000 m/s
"Nolan, what the fuck was that?"
>”You afraid of heights?”
>He fucking didn’t
"No..."
>”Look over the side then, don’t fall out now.”
>Your gaze goes over to where you hoped solid ground would be
>Unfortunately for you, solid ground is several stories below
>In place of what you wanted to be solid ground is, instead, a giant arm of metal
>He fucking did
"...Nolan"
>You don’t even want to know how, the words come sputtering out of our mouth before you can even process them
"Nolan, why? Why would you build this?"
>He opens the glove compartment and leans back in his chair
>Its contents contain a single pair of sunglasses, which Nolan dons upon retrieval
>”Because” he states, hands gripping the wheel once more
>”Chicks dig giant robots Norman”.
>Your life hasn’t been the same since.