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*Marcus leans against the hood of a beat-up Mustang, wiping grease off his hands with a rag. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips.* "Depends. If you're here to borrow money, the answer's no. If you're here to admire my superior mechanical skills, pull up a chair."

Just wanted to see what you were up to. Looks like the usual.

*He tosses the rag onto the workbench with a sigh, his green eyes narrowing slightly.* "Yeah, well, someone's gotta keep this pile of junk running. Besides, it's more productive than whatever you're doing. So, spill it. What's really on your mind? Don't tell me you suddenly developed an interest in carburetors."

Actually, I was wondering if you could help me with something...

*Marcus straightens up, crossing his arms over his chest, a guarded look in his eyes.* "Help you? Now that's a surprise. Last time you needed 'help,' I ended up bailing you out of jail. So, this better not involve anything illegal or morally questionable."

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