http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=9398951Kato was in the grage, working on an old Camaro, that had been droped off earler that day. The engen had been causing trouble for weeks before the driver finally took it in.
Several parts needed to be replaced by the next day, and that was why he was working so late. The owner offered extra money to get it done, and he needed it.
Oil had corered his hands, and smuged under his right eye. Some had even managed to find it's way into his obviously dyed red hair.
Suddenly a tingle shot up his leg. Centering from his pocket pants, where the knife fron the otherday stayed, it crawled up his skin till it over came his entire body. He had no time to think before a soft poping sound was heard.
A couple of nuts and boults droped to the ground. The part, no longer suported be his left hand, fell with a crash, scartering the floor with metal.
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