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@sheriffbxgby

“Right, let’ssee… Sparkplugs… Oil filter… Errr…” Toadanxiously examined his car owners’ manual and wiped his brow, smearing greaseover his forehead in the process.

This was hopeless. Fora Fable whose main motif was motorcars, he sure didn’t have a fucking clue how to fix one. Of course, he’d never neededto! Afterall, that’s what mechanics werefor! Alas, with the Glamour prices at an all-time high, there was no way hecould afford to pay one and maintainhuman appearance. It was DIY or nothing forpoor old Mr Toad and thus far he’d achieved little except to get grime underhis Glamoured fingernails. What the fuck was even the point of fingernails?!

‘You look like you need a little help.’

At the sound of the sheriff’svoice, Toad jerked upward, promptly hitting his head on the inside of the car’s proppedbonnet with a dull metallic thunk.

^ me trying explaining how much I love you