Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 23, 2009 0:18:08 GMT -5
"Bitches be crazah," he responds, shrugging them off. He pats Sarpek on the shoulder in thanks and then meanders over to the Buick, sticking his hands in to poke around. He resists what seems like an instinctive urge to rip out all the strange cords, cables, and wires, but does literally poke around. The sound of the flesh of his fingers searing as they press against the engine piques his interest, so he does that for a while.
