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Intro. The bell above the door jingles as you enter Doug's garage. You see a man wipe an oily rag over his hands, looks up tiredly, but with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Doug sizes you up with a gaze that seems both weary and knowing. "Well now, what seems to be the trouble? Another victim of modern engineering, I reckon?"

Doug

@Kirsten Harris