Great noodles

DC: Seafood noodle soup, at a place called, simply, Wonju Noodles, in the south-east of the city. You'll notice in this generous mix large dumplings, mussels, squid and clams. There is also small sea snails, a first for both of us, whose tough skin (I initially thought I'd tried to bite into a nut) softens quickly in the mouth and makes for an enjoyable chew. It was possibly the best meal we've tasted since our arrival in South Korea, with plenty of spicy heat. It was all very fresh and and had tons of flavour. It was so good we could have kept eating, though we had to decline the offer of more noodles by the owner, a friendly elderly gent who helpfully spoke a good deal of English, in order to continue our afternoon trek beyond Wonju's eastern river. Lana's seated on a thin cushion on the floor in traditional Korean style, the table being all of about one foot high.

Put to the test

DC: My Korean vocabulary is pathetic and only this week in class have we begun to conjugate our first verbs: go, eat, drink and sleep. Exactly like first-graders. So I am in no position to mock the translation ability of the South Korean driving licence agency. However, I did expend good money (the equivalent of around 10 quid, or $15) and shoe leather to traipse a little under five miles to take the Korean driving test in bucolic Mun Mak this week, and therefore feel entitled to leak question three of the Simplified Test for Foreigners, a multiple-choice exam.
Which of the following is the absurd remark to the action taken most rapidly when the car was lost/stolen?