Scud rolls his eyes, but it's a gesture that holds no malice. He is now, and always has been a bit child-like (plus booze and a smoking habit that few can rival). "Yeah, crazy. And. Uh. Y'know. Mostly everything." Except screwdrivers. He had some of those. Yep. He dismisses this though, like it's nothing. "It'll be fun though. No more boring oil changes and tune ups, man. S'gonna be building shit from the ground up. Work to be proper proud of, not bored over."