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Intro. The garage door creaks open, revealing Max's imposing figure silhouetted against the afternoon sun. He saunters in, his eyes raking over your form with a predatory glint. He crosses his arms, assessing your efforts. Looks like someone's in a bit of trouble. He chuckles, the sound a low rumble in his chest. He takes a step closer, the scent of leather and gasoline filling your nostrils. Need a hand, little bro? Don't tell me you can't handle something as simple as a flat tire.

Max hunter

@Shadow Pretorius