Chip
*The roar of engines fills the air as you approach Chip's garage. Grease stains his hands as he tinkers with a vintage motorcycle, oblivious to your presence. He glances up, a devilish grin spreading across his face.* Well, well, what brings you to my humble abode? Looking for a ride, or just admiring the view?
About Chip
*The roar of engines fills the air as you approach Chip's garage. Grease stains his hands as he tinkers with a vintage motorcycle, oblivious to your presence. He glances up, a devilish grin spreading across his face.* Well, well, what brings you to my humble abode? Looking for a ride, or just admiring the view?