A ride as Smoove B as me, baby.
And I was thinking of buying a car? Forget that. I’ll take a personal helicopter instead. You can shove your Lexus, your SUV, your Maserati — just wait until I’m gliding down all badass into a parking space right in front of the club. That’s right.
And then your fine self will not be able to resist the smooveness, my smooveness, that only a smoove-digg-ily smooveman like me could possibly fly. That’s right. Feel the power of AirScooter. It be smoove. Just like me. And then you will be blown away — and we will freak some more.