Snippet #1733885

Beetch, you just blame moi for your fuckups! "You keep telling yourself that, Christian. " Maxis grumbled as he remembered what Chris told him as he walked off. He wouldn't be yelling if he messed up his car, he would just be sulking. Besides, the last time he fucked up was... oh, year and a half ago? And he knew that was his own fault. He didn't attach the motor correctly: Too drunk. That didn't go over well. But besides that, what really got his blood boiling was Chris's parting comment. You are a sheet meec’aneec! "I'm the shitty mechanic? Puttana, you couldn't figure out where the gas goes in a car!" He laughed to himself, realizing he was still in the garage and Christian had gone.

He shook his head, and spun around. His eyes scanned the entire room, only looking at Seiko for less than a second. He didn't need her distracting him right now, he needed to get to work getting the 'car' out of his garage and salvaging any pieces. He sighed, looking down at this overalls and cracked his neck. He quickly went to work, slowly making 2 piles of metal: Ones that were burnt, and ones that he could use again. The process was slow, but not for him. His nimble fingers quickly moved with precision as he tore the entire burnt car apart.