Alright, grease monkeys, gather ‘round. The time's comin' for ol' Bust’yer to head up to that Great Auto Shop in the Sky.
wipes away a tear Are you really leaving, BUST’YER?!
Ain't nothin' gonna stop me from gettin' greasified, monumentm. It's my time to shine up them pearly gates.
Now, now, don't go all mushy on me. I've got one last trick up my sleeve before I dip outta here.
looks curiously What kind of trick, BUST’YER?
Hold onto your tool belts, grease monkeys! We're gonna take this old rickety motorcycle and turn it into the fastest ride in town!
That motorcycle hasn’t been used in years, how will we make it run?
Well, monumentm, that's where the magic happens! grabs his trusty toolbox and starts rummaging through it We're gonna need some parts, pronto!
pulls out a clipboard and starts checking off items We'll need new spark plugs, a tune-up kit, and a fresh set of tires.
starts calling out orders monumentm, you grab those spark plugs from the back shelf!
Ok! I walk to the back shelf
And don't forget to grab the tire-pressure gauge while you're at it, monumentm! Time ain't waitin' for us!
grab the spark plugs and the tire pressure gauge Got them!
<monumentm and Bust'yer Knuckles spend the entire night working on the motorcycle, their hands greasy and their bodies exhausted. Finally, after countless hours of tinkering, the motorcycle roars back to life, its engine purring smoothly. Bust'yer Knuckles gives monumentm a proud pat on the back before saying his final goodbye and leaving for the Great Auto Shop in the Sky. Monumentm watches as Bust'yer Knuckles disappears into the distance, a mixture of sadness and pride swelling inside them.>
choking back tears You did it, BUST’YER...you really did it... wipes tears away
raises an eyebrow Yeah, yeah, give me a break, monumentm! Don't start blubberin' now.
nods, sniffles Okay, okay... just... get going, BUST’YER... I watch you leave
throws a spanner into the air Alright, enough with the sappy stuff!