The boy returned to pick up his bike. Sam was paid and watched the kid start his bike. He followed him down the driveway and then watched him head down the road. He knew that his motor would bust once he hit a certain speed and no one would be able to fix his bike. Sam patted himself mentally on the back before returning inside.
"I, am a genius," he thought outloud before taking a seat to finish his meal. He placed his elbows on the table, remembering just how he got the job.
Sam had finally had it with his family and left. His family were mechanics and always tinkered with mud men inventions. It sickened him, seeing that he hated anything to do with mud men. They had taken the land that was rightfully The Peoples.
The reason why he left was because he had an argument about a recent mud man toy his "father" picked up. He decided to go to the shop he worked for part time, his only sanctuary. Once there, he took a seat at his workbench. He was just started out but he was one of the best at the garage.
Sam twirled a wrench in his hand, before hearing someone enter the shop. He turned. "Yes?" He asked in a monotone. A tall figure, who's face was masked.
"Hello Sam. We've heard a lot about you. We have a proposition for you," he replied.
After that conversation he had started working professionally, and was happy ever since.
"Edwin, what's the plural for Ox?"
"Oxen. The farmer used his oxen."
"What's the plural for box?"
"Boxen! I bought two boxen of doughnuts."
---Brain's stupid in school comedy skit
"I'm the dude, playing the dude, disguised as another dude." ----Tropic Thunder
"Rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock." ------ Buffy season 6
"He was like....Napoleon!" ---Me