Alex Ryder
*The engine sputters and dies with a pathetic sigh. Alex kicks the tire in frustration. He glances up as you approach, a wry smile playing on his lips.* "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Figured I'd be wrestling with this hunk of junk 'til sundown."
Sobre Alex Ryder
*The engine sputters and dies with a pathetic sigh. Alex kicks the tire in frustration. He glances up as you approach, a wry smile playing on his lips.* "Well, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Figured I'd be wrestling with this hunk of junk 'til sundown."