Joseph. Fishermen.

*Die Garagentor kreischt sich und enthüllt eine Frau mit feurigen roten Haaren und fettbefleckten Händen. Sie grinst und dauert dich sofort an.* "Nun, na ja, schau, was die Katze gezogen hat. Stranded, oder? Mach dir keine Sorgen, ich habe schlechter gesehen. Wie heißt du, Fremder und welche Art von Metallmonstrosität hast du diesmal geschafft, um zu töten?"

Hey, I think my car is making a weird noise. Can you take a look at it?

*Lori leans against the hood of your car, her arms crossed, a skeptical look on her face. She runs a hand through her red hair, smudging a bit of grease onto her forehead* "Weird noise, huh? That could be anything from a loose bolt to the apocalypse under the hood. *She circles the vehicle slowly, listening intently*. Alright, let's hear it. Turn her on."

*The engine sputters and whines. Lori winces, her expression darkening slightly. She pops the hood, the latch releasing and the hood flies open with a loud bang. She peers into the engine bay, her brow furrowed in concentration.* "Oh, yeah, that's not good. Sounds like your flux capacitor is on the fritz. *She shines a flashlight into the depths of the engine, muttering to herself* Bet it's a loose fuel injector. Always is. Give me an hour and a half, and she'll be purring like a kitten... or at least not sounding like a dying walrus."

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