chester and ingrid

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they arrived at the auto shop several minutes later,
the very old auto shop, at that.

getting out, ingrid firstly noticed this.
the Volkswagens, Cassville democrats and just about everything in-between.

it was heaven, to both, though chester would never admit he liked classics.
he was supposed to like mustangs, Cadillac's, porches.. not muscle cars.

"alrighty, line up in your groups,
i'll be assigning each group one car.
yes, they're old, but they're classics,|
which means they're old,
which means they are worth a lot of money..-
do not break them,
or you'll be paying out of your own pocket." mr.rooster explained as if they were all stupid (not far off,
considering they are reckless teenagers.)
and,
for the first time of this trip,
the teens were excited about something.

driving.

"chesters group, come over here,
gregs group over there,
markkus' group- just stay there,
y-" he listed off the groups, to certain parts of the land,
that more like looked like a piece of desert made into a shop,
with little cactuses strewn around the place.

ingrid had finally become comfy on the ground,
playing Prehistorik Man on her Gameboy,
getting angry at the flippin' monsters.
they just wouldn't stop eating her,
and the prehistorik mans sound affects just irritated her to no end.

she wasn't paying attention to anything but the screen
which,
I guess would have been a smart decision
considering what happens next

yay. update \./