Once again, Kyne pulled up to the Junkyard's gate in his Gustav. This time he pulled two trailers, and neither zoid in the trailers was in particularly good shape.
"Guess what I got for ya, Vincent." Kyne idly wondered if the half-cracked mechanic had seen the battle between Dawnstar and Bounty. It wasn't a bad one, not by a long shot.

"If it ain't a sandwich or a job, then it had better be free money." Vincent cracks back, the doors of his junkyard opening wide once again. "More shit, Kyne? Ya seem to go through these things pretty quick... that ain't healthy for the machinery. You could at least try and win without getting hit sometime." Vincent chuckles, "Course, it's great for me."

Kyne smiled thinly. "That's usually the idea, yes." He was halfway tempted to say 'You should see the other guy.'
But that wouldn't be fair. After all, most of 'the other guy' was scattered over a wide area and the pieces weren't within walking distance of each other.

((Slow repairs. I'll subtract the funds. And set up the protest movement to get your college shut down so you have no choice but to spend your every waking hour online. 2k and thirty-six hours for two heavies, aye?))

"Ayuh. Well, I hope you never get better, then. That'd upset the natural order."

((Yep. Though honestly, it's more like 2K and 18 hours each. We kinda operate on the prospect that Vincent's taking a break here and there on other stuff during the slow thing, so 18 hours each, just like ZBC repair bay.))