Alisa was used to seeing dead things. She saw bodies float when Katrina happened. But it's not the sight that bothered her, as much as it was the smell. She quickly slammed the lid down on the garbage can and quickly took it outside. She then made her way inside of the shop, coughing a little.
"Ughh!! 'ow long was dat t'ing in dere!? Best ah did take it outside, or de whole shop would smell like... well... like Possum!" She continued to cough a little, taking Nick by the shoulders and pushing him towards the bathroom. "Now you smell like possum! Ah prefer dat you smell like motor oil, sweat, or hellfire an' brimstone... non possum!"
Alisa chuckled a bit more as she got Nick into the bathroom and just stood outside the door, leaning against it. "Actually, de whole engine needs to be re-chromed, t'anks to de rust on it. Ah'll sandblast it tonight, re-chrome it tomorrow, an' den it'll be done."
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