One Man's Junk... (tag: Ace)
It was always the same.
Harl, do this. Harl, do that. Clean all the dead zombie bodies out of the courtyard, Harl. Feed the hyenas, Harl. Where’s my acid-spewing squirty flower, Harl. Get me the TV Guide, Harl. Make me a sandwich, Harl. Have you seen my spinny bow-tie, Harl. I need the triple set of carburetors out of an L69 engine of a 1966 Oldsmobile 442, Harl.
It was wonderful. Harley was so happy to be reunited with her Puddin’. He needed her so much, and she was just happy to be able to take care of him again. How he’d managed without her, she couldn’t fathom, because lookit what he’d done with the Asylum without her help. Dead bodies everywhere. Dirt and debris piled up in the corners. Gunk on the windows. Not that it had ever been a cheery place to begin with, but there was no need to live in gloom because the windows were dirty.
Still, it was kinda nice to get a break from the cleaning. Even if it meant she ended up in a junkyard. At least it was outside, right? Right. Cool night air was good for a person. She was starting to think that she might have a vitamin D deficiency, since she went out during the day so rarely. But there were pills for that sorta thing. And she preferred working in the dark anyway.
For instance, she never woulda come to this junkyard during the day. For starters, she didn’t even know if somebody owned it or not. There was a fence, but it was pretty rusted and there were big holes in places. She hadn’t even had to work at breaking in, she’d just walked through one of them. Didn’t mean there wasn’t an owner somewhere, though. So Harley was proceeding like this was any other nightly adventure she took.
Which didn’t keep her from swearing loudly when she dropped the wrench. It clanked a few times as it fell, before it became lodged deep in recesses of the engine of the classic car. Harl leaned over, then leaned some more, then finally all but crawled onto the engine block to shine her light down so she could find the damn thing again. Her man wanted the triple set of carburetors out of an L69 engine of a 1966 Oldsmobile 442, then her man would get the triple set of carburetors out of an L69 engine of a 1966 Oldsmobile 442.