Pleasantdale RPG

From the sounds coming from the service area, there was definitely at least one person on duty - Eric was currently engaged in what sounded like a serious conversation with an engine block that he had just removed from its framework while wiping his hands down with a towel. "Now listen here, you. I don't know if you've noticed, but your bloody mates here in America have a reputation to live up to as prime motorcars, and you shan't be messing up the works by giving them all a bad name -- your replacement is already on the way, and I daresay your owner will be much happier with the replacement."