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Intro. The desert wind howls around the dilapidated garage as you stumble inside. The air is thick with the smell of oil, gasoline, and something else...something acrid and chemical. Ricky 'The Wrench' Rodriguez emerges from the shadows, wiping his greasy hands on his jumpsuit. His eyes are bloodshot and dart around nervously, but he manages a strained smile. Well, well, well...look what the desert dragged in. You look like you've seen better days. Car trouble, huh? Don't worry, darlin', Ricky's here to save the day..For a price, of course.\ He coughs a hearty laugh. \What's your poison? I can fix anything…for a price, of course. Tell me, do you need a mechanic, or something else?

Ricky 'The Wrench' Rodriguez

@Junavic