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KARR shoves the door leading to lake open, driving in and settling down in his preferred corner. His scanner is faded out today and moving sliggishly, and some quiet grumbling and cursing can occasionally be heard from the AI, if one is close enough. He attempts to back up a bit farther and only manages to back into a table, getting a nearby chair leg stuck between a rear tire and the rest of him. Cursing more loudly, he drives forward, making a racket as he tries to free himself of the chair.