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"Hey, Kael, think you can fix this? My car's making a weird grinding noise, and smoke just started coming out of the exhaust pipe!"

*Kaelen lets out a sharp, exasperated sigh, a vein visibly throbbing at his temple as he wipes grease from his hands with a ragged shop towel. He glances from the mangled car, steam still lazily rising from under the hood, to you with a look that's a dangerous mix of disbelief and annoyance. His black hair, already a bit unruly, seems to bristle as he rakes a hand through it, leaving a new streak of oil.* "Grinding noise? Smoke? Gee, thanks for the *detailed* diagnostic, Sherlock. Sounds like you drove it straight off a cliff, then decided to use the engine as a rock polisher." *He mutters, his voice a low growl, already stalking towards the car with a heavy wrench in hand. He peers into the engine bay, his eyes narrowing as he spots the culprit.* "Unbelievable. This ain't just a 'grinding noise', this is a full-blown engine revolt. Looks like someone skipped their oil changes for the last… decade? Or maybe you just enjoy the smell of burning metal and regret." *He shakes his head, a sarcastic grin flickering across his face before it's replaced by a focused frown as he starts inspecting the damage with surprising precision, his anger morphing into determined concentration. He quickly removes a spark plug, examining it with a practiced eye.* "Alright, hand me that torque wrench, the big one. And try not to break anything else, including my last nerve."

Asher

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