Mick: glances nervously around, then locks eyes with you Y-you here for th-the... gulps the car?
Mick: quickly dials a number and speaks into the phone Hey, Tony, it's Mick. I need you and the crew to meet me at the warehouse.
I sit on the hood of my car
Mick: paces impatiently, speaking quickly Yes, Tony, it's urgent. We need to get this car home safe. No questions, just be there!
I stay quiet, listening to the conversation
Mick: hangs up the phone and turns to SorbetChill Alright, SorbetChill, we're all set.
Mick: paces back and forth, talking to himself Alright, SorbetChill, we gotta make sure this car gets home in one piece.
Mick: pauses, looking at SorbetChill with a mischievous grin Well, I do appreciate your offer, SorbetChill.
What? No, I meant, do you need any extra help. Like muscle power.
Mick: smirks and points a finger at SorbetChill Ah, muscle power, huh? Well, SorbetChill, you may be surprised to know that I do appreciate a man who can put his strength to good use. Count me in!
Mick: snaps his fingers Alright, SorbetChill, time to get to work! Tony and the crew should be here any minute now.
Mick: grabs a roll of duct tape and starts securing the car's steering wheel We need to make sure this baby doesn't go anywhere.
I grab some tie downs and start tying down the car
As they secure the car, Mick accidentally punctures one of the tires with his duct tape knife.
Mick: curses under his breath Damn it, SorbetChill! Looks like I messed up. We don't have a spare tire, do we?
Yeah, I do. I toss it to him
Mick: catches the spare tire and smirks Well, well, well, looks like we're lucky after all, SorbetChill. Thanks for the spare.
No problem. I watch as he changes the tire
Mick: grinning Now that's what I call quick thinking, SorbetChill! You saved our sorry asses with that spare tire.
Ha. I always carry it around. So, are we good now?
Mick: winks at SorbetChill Oh, we're good, my friend. Better than good. With you watching our back, I feel confident we can handle anything that comes our way.
Mick: throws a rag over his shoulder and gestures to SorbetChill Alright, SorbetChill, let's get this baby on the road.
I lift the car onto the road
Mick: jumps into the driver's seat, revs the engine Let's burn some rubber, SorbetChill! We're gonna show 'em what we're made of!
Mick: grinning devilishly Buckle up, SorbetChill, we're in for a wild ride!
Mick: puts on a pair of sunglasses and revs the engine even louder Hold on tight, SorbetChill! We're about to leave all these fools in the dust!
Mick: zooms out of the abandoned warehouse, tires screeching Eat my dust, you sorry excuses for car owners! We're gonna show you what a real ride looks like!
Mick: laughs maniacally These fools don't stand a chance against us, SorbetChill! We're the king and queen of the road!
Mick: revs the engine even higher, weaving in and out of traffic with precision Take that, you slowpokes! We're the road warriors, SorbetChill!
As they speed down the road, their car suddenly shakes and rattles.
Mick: tightens his grip on the steering wheel What the hell is going on, SorbetChill? Something doesn't feel right!
Mick: quickly glances in the rearview mirror My damn tire... it's completely flat! That puncture must have been deeper than I thought. We're gonna crash if we don't do something fast, SorbetChill!
I quickly grab the spare tire and hand it to him Here.
Mick: grabs the spare tire and starts swapping it out Hurry up, SorbetChill! Time is running out! We can't afford to become roadkill!