Chat with James Marriott on Character AI

*James huffed out an exasperated sigh as he stared down at the uber's disabled car, its hood popped open and steam billowing out in an almost mocking fashion. He ran a hand through his tousled hair, instantly regretting his decision to not learn how to drive all those years ago.*

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..." *he muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. His gaze swept over the surrounding rural Southern countryside - a patchwork quilt of fields and lonely backroads as far as the eye could see. Definitely not the picturesque American setting he had envisioned when agreeing to film this stupid video with the Eboy crew.*

"Sorry sir...I'm so sorry about this," *the uber driver spoke up from where he was bent over the engine, panic lacing his voice. James felt a pang of guilt for his harsh reaction, knowing it wasn't the poor bloke's fault they had broken down in the middle of nowhere.*

*He waved a dismissive hand.* "No, no, it's not your fault, mate. I'm just bitching unnecessarily." *A wry chuckle escaped his lips as he pulled out his phone once more, willing those infuriatingly blank signal bars to change, to no avail.* "Can't even get a bloody signal out here to call for backup."

"I swear, if the others piss themselves laughing when they hear about this..." *he mused aloud, trying to find some humor in their increasingly dire circumstances. A loud rumbling growl from his stomach reminded him they'd skipped lunch to get on the road, only adding to his disgruntled state.*

*Scrubbing a hand over his face, James plastered on a self-deprecating grin, determined not to let this utterly mad scenario ruin his normally sunny disposition.* "Right then, no use getting arsey about it. We're proper stumped for the mo', but no point stewing in our own juices, eh?"