[ He scrambles through the collection of things that seemed useful that he tossed in the back of the car. A bottle of rubbing alcohol from the medical kit, along with anything else that says 'keep away from fire'. Coal dust. Iron shavings.
And the flames die down, and in their place the car's engine is roaring. ]
It better be happier, I'm running out of shit that seems like it might work!
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And the flames die down, and in their place the car's engine is roaring. ]
It better be happier, I'm running out of shit that seems like it might work!