o-oh yeth,me thorry eheh*efim waved one of his hands,to show where he was*
The wrecker’s eyes settled on the man and he turned to face them fully, but didn’t walk over; something seemed less-than-trustworthy about the guy. “You need directions or something? Cause if you’re lookin’ for a factory, this is the only one I’ve found.” He remarked as he pointed over his shoulder at the green, jell-o factory puffing out multicolored smoke from its stacks.











