The clanging and whirring of metal and machinery filled the air in the hot garage. Andrew wiped sweat from his brow, careful to use the backside of his forearm to avoid smudging his face with oil or grease. He squinted as he ducked under the car, shining a light to double check his initial examination. Satisfied, he grabbed a rag to wipe his hands and returned to the front of the shop where a very impatient, bespectacled young man in a tweedy suit jacket stood waiting.
“Well?” the man demanded, practically stamping his foot to highlight how very busy and important he was. “Took you long enough, so what’s wrong?”
Andrew tossed the rag down on the counter, turning his attention to a clipboard on the desk. “Front wheel struts are busted,” he said, making notes on the paper. “I can have ‘em replaced in a couple hours, but it’ll run you $700.”
The customer scoffed derisively, folding his arms across his chest. “Give me a fucking break! I’m not paying that. I know I probably look like an easy mark to a guy like you, but I’m not an idiot. You can’t pull the wool over my eyes. I want a fair price.”
Andrew looked up from the clipboard, his expression blankly unimpressed. “You’re welcome to take her in to other shops for a second opinion, although they’ll probably run you for more,” he said. “I won’t charge for the inspection.”
“I don’t have time to take it in somewhere else! I have a real fucking job and had to mark time off to deal with this shit today, and I want a fair price from *you*, dickhead!” The young man stepped closer to the desk, pushing his face into Andrew’s space and trying to seem intimidating although he was a good foot shorter and probably 1/3 of his size at best. “You hear what I’m saying, bro? You understand English? I. Want. A. Fair-“
His mockingly slow enunciation was abruptly cut off, turning into muffled yelling as Andrew dragged him across the desk and into his open mouth. *GLURK! *GUUULP!* Each swallow dragged the flailing man deeper into the suffocating darkness, disappearing down Andrew slick, wet gullet until:
*UUUUULLLLP!*
Andrew groaned, closing his eyes for a moment as he adjusted to the additional weight filling out his midsection. “Stupid asshole...” he muttered, tugging up his shirt to let his belly breathe as the young man thrashed and squirmed in a panic within him. He winced, snacking his lips distastefully as the taste of the tweed jacket lingered. You better not give me indigestion, you little shit.”
Thumping his chest, he let out a loud burp that echoed throughout the garage, spitting up a pair of glasses coated in digestive juices onto the desk.
*BRRRRRAAAAAWWWWP!! OOOUUUUURRRP!*
