Bitching up a Storm [ota]
It wasn't a common occurrence, not by a long shot, but once in a while, Mac really lost her shit with some people. Especially idiotic little grunts that got up in her space and pissed about with her stuff. Namely, in her garage, messing with her stuff, shooting the breeze and playing with car parts like they were pieces of lego.
Her reaction was probably way out of proportion, by a far stretch. She didn't rightly give a flying crap though. Those idiots actually dared to touch her stuff. Her own stuff. Her designated stuff. She was never going to get the Nova ready if people were dicking around.
"Next time you wanna funk with my junk, remember that I got full access to your fucking browser history, dipshit." Kicking the idiots ass out of the garage was one thing, actually kicking him across the yard and throwing a ratchet at the douchebags head might've been overkill.
"Swear to the heavens, you come near my space again I will shove a carburettor up your jackson, you hearing me!?"
Her reaction was probably way out of proportion, by a far stretch. She didn't rightly give a flying crap though. Those idiots actually dared to touch her stuff. Her own stuff. Her designated stuff. She was never going to get the Nova ready if people were dicking around.
"Next time you wanna funk with my junk, remember that I got full access to your fucking browser history, dipshit." Kicking the idiots ass out of the garage was one thing, actually kicking him across the yard and throwing a ratchet at the douchebags head might've been overkill.
"Swear to the heavens, you come near my space again I will shove a carburettor up your jackson, you hearing me!?"