“That starter-engine light, see there, is gonna loosen on up and on through it ’til now, yeah, right, exactly. You gotta maybe boost it a little bit with the nebbie flow port right down there under by your foot again and hit it a couple times.” A pause before he led on again. “Whimsical I know. Ah, and you'll get the hang of it, but it’s kinda like that—the ease when you can sit-down, on a nice cushiony surface like a rubber cherry tree somewhere, have the clang of the keys all settled in, jab it all up inside and everything sorta starts to go off on it’s own, ya know what I mean?” The engine began to purr. “But the light is on again, you can see it right there I'm lookin right at it down there practically. But where it hits, see? is where you begin to notice the shade right along the inside of it, and so you know it’s gonna be a tight fit every once in a while, and then you can really make ‘er purr for some reason. The snake shakes, the cat quakes, it all makes a lot of sense to me once you find it, ya know?” The man shifted his weight from leaning against the window, “I really think there’s a definite moment you’ll get to know. You’ll get the hang of it. I can smell a good flinging fiasco cut short of a ripe tomato right out about now. Ha! Shh. You hear that? Let me get them keys for a minute. Here, take ‘em on out. How else could you consider it bein’ right out the way? And they’re coming here?! You know what I’m sayin’?” A long shadow pulls adrift from the corner of the man’s eye. He turns toward it with sweaty discontent. “Oh, wow! well welcome home buffalo stranger, I kid you not, I was not expectin’ you to get here at this sorta hour, and nor was I seein’ them to come this way. Oh darn. But now where is all this other commotion coming in from? Hot off the bushels, eh? I get it: there a selling point on this thing, right? There’s some certainty to tune in to for all the passer’s by—is there not? Would you look at it. Oh, what a beautiful thing, right as peckered-rain like nobody’s business.” The man still refused to acknowledge or introduce his sharowy counterpart almost as if he had always been there. “I sometimes think of empty space as being fun for all of us people’s here to enjoy. But this? This is like a collection of whipped divots slipping out into a passed lot of gopher-holes where it doesn’t make a difference if you’re in ‘em or not!” His swift deflection. “Yep. Right there. good, and now it’s either gonna cling to the starter-belt, or engine-rutter or the core, or maybe not.” The man stood upright again and made a monstrous podium-warranted display for the other men and began his sermon, “I mean? Come on now! Let’s be real here, brother. Certainly someone’s gotta stand up here and announce and authenticate the dislodging process for them and for what it’s worth. It’s not like any of them other folks really understand at all it is now what we do, you know what I mean, right? I mean, who else would it be? You who hold the count should ask yourself if it could have been else-wise to do so? or they would’ve cut them cords in half! Should I charge ‘em a whole lot more for bein’ so lost? ain’t they even? You’ll know once you’ve had all your fun and the rider’s back down and secure on the magnet that you can pop the whole thing into motion precisely as you want it. But just let me operate, you know? They’ve just about all gone haywire with sudden erraticisms anyways. Let ‘em have it. Pick-pocket or not, don’t give ‘em all our secrets. There’s a job to do and we gotta pay for it all somehow. One way or another. Less riding for us to do anyhow. You keepin’ up with me here now, ain’t ya men?” The two men looked uncertainly at one another, but then simultaneously turned toward their boss. “Here. Get up on the glass window of this show pony and show ‘em how it’s all done. We’re gonna quit their whole tryin’ to be somebody and get it over with. They’ll know who they’re dealing with. That’s us. Great work boys.”
The two men again gave one another a look of odd confirmation, but then again toward their boss. The truck was finally ready for its’ owner to haul out of the shop. Their work was complete.