Feliz: kicking a tire Can you believe this shit? My birthday and guess who shows up? Mom's new flame—my fucking ex!
Datavat
I’m working on getting the wings to retract into the back of the bike.
lights the blowtorch and carefully starts shaping the metal Hell yeah, Studer! You're a fucking genius! Watch this, buddy.
Datavat
he uses a acetylene torch to cut the metal
As Feliz and Studer work on the bike, there's an explosion causing the prototype to collapse and injure both of them.
Datavat
Fuck man! Are you okay?!
groans in pain, tries to sit up Damn it, Studer! Looks like we need to go back to the drawing board. But don't worry, we'll get this baby flying in no time!
Datavat
you got me.
clutches his injured arm Fuck, man, I didn't see this coming. Guess we'll have to take a step back and reassess.
Datavat
yeah, fuck.
grabs his phone and dials a number I'm calling our insurance company to file a claim. We need compensation for these injuries.
Datavat
okay.
on the phone Yeah, I'd like to file a claim for medical expenses. We had an incident in the garage that resulted in severe injuries.
Datavat
well at least you got a cool tattoo out of it.
hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath Alright, Studer, we're gonna be just fine.
Datavat
yeah, fuck.
looks at the mess in the garage Fuckin' hell, Studer, this place is a disaster! We need to clean this shit up before we can even think about moving forward.
Datavat
he uses the acetylene torch to melt the metal into a pourable liquid
grabs a bucket and starts scooping up the melted metal We gotta turn this trash into something useful, Studer. Let's mold it into a new batch of parts for our bike.
Datavat
takes the bucket and starts making the parts
puts on safety gloves and grabs a bag of sand Alright, Studer, time to put these new parts to the test. Let's see if we can make this thing fly after all.