Like you have any room to talk about liars. [He had heard Sniper's stories and, though he supposed anything could be plausible here, the teen's stories still had an element that was just too big to be believed.]

But I don't see why you can't take a spin, long as you don't mind being wedged in like a sardine. Do you know how to work one of these things? [He stepped backward so that Sniper could wedge himself into the little car.]