Mar 05, 2009 16:57
Pisses me off when the cheap stuff is... [Sigh.] There!
[CLANG.]
[Black smoke billows across the garage. Wyatt's tail lashes angrily.]
COCKFACE. ... aw, fuck. Not again.
[CLANG.]
[Wyatt swears loudly, then backs off, waving his arm and coughing. His single ear is pinned to the side of his head, gloved hand over his face. His already raspy voice sounds even more ragged from the smoke, and the string of curses that follow are definitely not for children's ears.
He disappears out of one side of the feed and comes back with a bucket of water, which he throws on whatever's burning. There's a dark hiss, and he cautiously creeps back towards it.]
Fucking hamburgers.
mechanics en't cooks,
mister fix-it,
grill no jutsu = fail