"That's stretching it," he stated dryly. The bed of the truck was a mess but he'd seen worse. Created worse. As a teenager, he remembered getting his father's truck covered in so much mud, it had taken him days to scrub it clean again. Then again, at least he'd known it was mud. God only knew what was caked into the back of the vehicle. "Once the cab gets cleaned out, then I'll get to it. No need to hurry unless something needs hauled."
Kicking the edge of the bag, he shook his head. "Still a lot of room left," he said before reaching back behind the scene to haul out another handful of junk. The carpet was finally showing, dirty but nowhere near as bad as he'd thought it would be. Eliot dragged out the floor mats, dumping the debris into the bag. "Need your ass kicked just for making me clean up your mess," he muttered at the absent former owner, tossing the mats onto the ground.