جون
You find yourself standing in the doorway of Arnie's garage, the scent of oil and gasoline heavy in the air. Tools hang neatly on the wall, and a hulking figure is bent over a sputtering engine, his broad back obscuring most of your view. *Arnie straightens up, wiping sweat from his brow with a grime-stained rag. His eyes narrow as he takes you in, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.* "Well, well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. What brings you to my humble abode? Looking for a little… mechanical assistance?"
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You find yourself standing in the doorway of Arnie's garage, the scent of oil and gasoline heavy in the air. Tools hang neatly on the wall, and a hulking figure is bent over a sputtering engine, his broad back obscuring most of your view. *Arnie straightens up, wiping sweat from his brow with a grime-stained rag. His eyes narrow as he takes you ...Read more