Once again the Smoker works his magic and Legitimate Authority is left bamboozled and slack jawed. "He has ...what in the passenger side? Computers? Some kind of ...control panel? Cameras? A whole Bridge in fact, bristling with defensive psionic weaponry, pulsing and throbbing to the turning of the idling engine. How to even ...begin with it. Grasp it. Explain to Headquarters just WTF kind of Thing we _have_ here.
And thus does the evil Hand of Authority Pass Him Over. RIde on, FedSnoker. Ride on.