[ Her brother. Logan pokes his head up from under the hood and looks between the twins. Yeah, no shit they're related. Also? ]
Hey, I didn't do a damn thing. You ran me over, alright? Next time, keep your eyes on the road. [ Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there's no repairing this thing unless they get it back to the Scrapyard for a brand new engine. ] You're gonna need a new car.
[ He closes the hood. Great. Of all the people who were gonna mow him down, it couldn't have been a bunch of lowlife jackasses he wouldn't think twice about leaving for dead? It had to be a couple of clueless kids? ]
I can give you a ride back to the yard, but. [ He indicates the old Harley parked to the side. ] Can't take both of you.
[ Or, okay, he could, if he squeezed them on, but he's not about to turn his motorcycle into a tandem clown bike just for these two to get launched into the air when things go south. He can survive a crash; something tells him they can't. ]
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Hey, I didn't do a damn thing. You ran me over, alright? Next time, keep your eyes on the road. [ Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but there's no repairing this thing unless they get it back to the Scrapyard for a brand new engine. ] You're gonna need a new car.
[ He closes the hood. Great. Of all the people who were gonna mow him down, it couldn't have been a bunch of lowlife jackasses he wouldn't think twice about leaving for dead? It had to be a couple of clueless kids? ]
I can give you a ride back to the yard, but. [ He indicates the old Harley parked to the side. ] Can't take both of you.
[ Or, okay, he could, if he squeezed them on, but he's not about to turn his motorcycle into a tandem clown bike just for these two to get launched into the air when things go south. He can survive a crash; something tells him they can't. ]