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[It's summer, yes? And what does one do on a late afternoon... in the summer? With nothing better to do?
That's right. Wash the car. Which Sideswipe is doing... poorly. There's water everywhere, no soap in sight, and he's currently perched on the hood, spraying the hose at a spot of mud on the car's roof... maniacally. He's barefoot, dripping wet, and determined to get the big 1950's hunk of metal clean.
This is how we wash cars back home, kids. Power washers. Since those don't exist here, he's improvised.
Passersby beware. He may decide you need a wash as well.]
That's right. Wash the car. Which Sideswipe is doing... poorly. There's water everywhere, no soap in sight, and he's currently perched on the hood, spraying the hose at a spot of mud on the car's roof... maniacally. He's barefoot, dripping wet, and determined to get the big 1950's hunk of metal clean.
This is how we wash cars back home, kids. Power washers. Since those don't exist here, he's improvised.
Passersby beware. He may decide you need a wash as well.]