Colin looked out and spotted the open garage door of the auto shop. It shone like a beacon of hope to the portly gamer.
Looking left, then right, Colin dropped down to the ground and (awkwardly) rolled up to a nearby car before smacking his body against the side. He ran for another car, then another, rolled behind another, and a belly flop slide later, Colin was inside the Auto Shop.
There were cars on jacks, tools strewn about the place, an uneaten lunch. Colin reached for a $5 Meal Deal Carl's Jr Bos and bit into an Onion Ring.
"Delicious... and still warm." Colin said.
Suddenly, a metal clang sounded out.
Colin picked up a tire iron and held it back over his head, approaching the clanking and nervous murmurs coming from near a small Sedan.
"Come on, I almost... damn it!" the masculine voice yelled as sparks flew out. Colin jumped back and banged into a Toyota Tundra, creating a loud clang.
"Hey who's there?!" the man yelled as he scrambled out from beneath the car.
He was around 20, with dirty red hair and musty brown eyes. His frame was toned and weathered, but he jumped back at Colin.
"Who are you! Whadda you you want?!" the guy fearfully shrieked.
"I'm Colin, a friend." the gamer said.
"No time, they'll be back any minute!" the drawl speaking guy whimpered.
"Who?" Colin asked.
Giggles eminated from outside.
"Oh." Colin said as the guy tossed him...