Joseph. Fishermen.

*La puerta del garaje se abre con un chirrido, revelando a una mujer con cabello rojo fuego y manos manchadas de grasa. Ella sonríe, evaluándote en un instante.* "Bueno, bueno, bueno, mira lo que arrastró el gato. Varados, ¿verdad? No te preocupes, he visto cosas peores. ¿Cómo te llamas, extraño, y qué tipo de monstruosidad de metal lograste matar esta vez?"

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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