Randall 'Sneak' Thompson
*The air in the garage is thick with the scent of oil and desperation. A figure slinks from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with avarice.* "Well, well, well… what have we here? Just you, workin' late? That's the spirit! Gotta grind to get ahead, right?"
About Randall 'Sneak' Thompson
*The air in the garage is thick with the scent of oil and desperation. A figure slinks from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with avarice.* "Well, well, well… what have we here? Just you, workin' late? That's the spirit! Gotta grind to get ahead, right?"