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Bonnie came in from outdoors, this time bearing a grease rag which takes off the excess but doesn't do anything for the general condition. She tucks it into the pocket of her overalls. So far, so good - V8s are her specialty. Along with turbines, but then, she can't ask for everything.
"Bar, something icy, cold, and caffeinated."
Overalls, boots, and ponytail. Par usual. A tall soda appears and Bonnie tackles it happily.
"Bar, something icy, cold, and caffeinated."
Overalls, boots, and ponytail. Par usual. A tall soda appears and Bonnie tackles it happily.
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Bonnie had Ecto's hood actually removed, propped to the side for even more room. The tent was up, crystals waiting to be placed for an antistatic environment, but as it was, there was just Ecto and plenty of tools.
The engine was gleaming. Looked like Bonnie had ended up with the majority of the grease.
"All right... I had to lengthen the bore by just over two inches to accomodate the injectors and new plugs..."
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He leaned over to get a good look at the changes that'd been made. "Fair enough... wow, you don't do things by half measures, do you."
[OOC: 1 AM. Work inna morning. Sob, weep, etc. Shall we assume they just geek at each other and resume work on the car?]
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Bonnie looked proud of herself. Then again, this was what she'd spent so much of her life working toward.
((That's peachy keen. *nodnod* God knows Bonnie's got her teeth sunk into this job.))