>>4219444Aaaah. Delicious Coke Zero AND delicious trips.
Anyone still watching? Yes? No? Continuing anyway.
"Ah, motherfucker..."
>You reach up and rub a rather large splotch of mineral spirits away from your face, but that doesn't do jack to fully remove it.>It mostly just smears it around your cheek and gets into your beard. >You push yourself out from under that Dodge Neon and sit up, looking at the car."Yup. Couple valves bent. Poor bastard."
>Your shop is alive with the sound of work.>Mostly under-the-table kind of work. You're an ex-con, so you don't have many options to become a successful businessman in a completely honest way.>Comparatively, it's probably the most tame crime you've ever committed, repairing cars without paying taxes. You can't imagine the paperwork you'd have to go through to run this shop straight."Yo boss! Ya special somep0ny's here!"
>At the sound of your assistant's voice, and the subject he's speaking about, you stand up off your under-car roller, removing your gloves.>Reaching up, you pull off your dirty ball cap and wipe the top of your head with the back of your hand.>All you have to do is follow the cat-calls and whistles."All right guys, all right, ease up."
>You smile as you see Fluttershy hovering at one of the large garage doors that lines the main strip of your shop.>She's holding a small bag in her teeth and she squeaks as one of your employees starts up an arc welder on the other side of the shop.