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"That was the idea...I said I knew all the tricks" Gearbox joked. They ran down to the basement and beat the elevator by a bit, but they still got the engine. Gearbox put it on a crank-lift and positioned it over the front of the van
"alright I'll need you to tell me when the engine is lined up with the spot it goes in."

"Alright, watch your fingers"
Gearbox slowly guided the motor down into the van. A perfect fit!
Gearbox swiftly slid underneath the van as if he had fell through the ground to attach the wires and pipes.
"After this I'm going into the kitchen to cook up some beef. How do you like your steak cooked?"
BZZT!
"ouch."
He had his mind on food at the time rather than the plugs and accedentally shocked himself.
"Done. ow..."
He slid back out and stood back up. Gearbox turned his eyes to spider,
"Alright, let's get some food."

Gearbox replied "Yeah I'm okay." He led spider to the elevator and he pressed the first floor button. As they rose he drifted off into his hunger.
The door opened and Gearbox walked calmly into the kitchen and opened the freezer "Ah here we go" He pulled out a large slab of beef and through it on the mongolian style stove (the ones that look like giant speaker magnets). Tssss... the droplets of water sizzzled off the beef. Gearbox pulled out a meat cleaver from the drawer and hacked the beef into two separate islands, he took his off early as he likes it 'still twitching'.
"hey Spider, how do ya like your steak cooked?" he asked.

"you're...familiar. That's all..." Gearbox heart rate rose as he tried to force memories in and out of his mind. He took the steak off the stove and gave it to spyder.
Flashback...
'Ruin' was in the same garden as before, but there was no girl. He felt something rough grab his shoulder. He turned his head and he saw a man with a face as if it were made of cracked, stale bread dough. He violently jabbed a syringe of liquid into his back. The color of the liquid was indescrabible... He saw it perfectly and the color was not a color ever seen before, he knew what it did to him.
End Flashback...
Something dripped off his eye, not a tear but a sand colored sludge, he knew what it was but he hoped for his life that Spyder did not.
He Ripped apart at the Zuckendes Fleisch (German for "twiching meat", this is what he calls his steak recipie for meat that's too raw to even be called rare) and relished the flavor of the juices.
"Sorry if that disturbed you, Maybe I should have warned you, if you don't eat Zuckendes Fleisch quickly, the juices will all evaporate and it will go bad."
Gearbox took a clean rag from his right boot (which he hardly puts anything in, claiming that the left side is his good side) and wiped the blood from under his lip and chin."

"Haha, yeah. It's named after a German song" Gearbox said after wiping his face.
"I called the guy that owns the van, the auto pilot drove t back to his place and the creds has been transfered. I'm going to go tansfer your pay." He got up and walked into one of the rooms, his office (which of course he hardly needs to use) and slid his card into a transfer box to hold pay.
"900 creds for the engine placing, 50 for the lazer work, and 1,000 for the engine assembly...that comes to...1,950 creds." He finished typing in the pay and took the box to spyder. "alright slide your card through, your pay is 1,950 creds."

"Yeah it's by a 20th century industrial band called 'Einstürzende Neubauten'. The song is in german though so if you don't know German it probably wouldn't make any sense. Gearbox suddenly felt something underneath his skin crack silently. He had something important to to but he didn't have the time...not until night.
He didn't show any sign of concern. "excuse me... I've gotta go do something... Wow, that came out wierd." He ran outside and went to the back of the faktory "ah frag, not now..." Gearbox whispered under his breath. He felt around the walls for a holographic wall. "There." He said as he walked through the hologram hiding a small booth with a shiny aluminum elevator. As he aproched it the door swiftly and quietly slid open with a "sliss" sound. He dashed in and the doors closed there were no buttons but it still went down. On the way down his face was colored like sand and cracked like clay and two lines of raised skin from the eyes to the corners of his lips faded in. He reached the bottom and stepped out. The room looked like some sort of lab. There were large machines that looked more like torture devices, tables covered in old vials of unknown chemicals. In the middle stood a hexagon shaped step below a massive machine covering the entire ceiling. The machine had about fifty mechanical arms with needles filled with a liquid of a color that couldn't be described. Gearbox stepped up to the hexagon. He looked up and the concrete step began to rise up about twenty feet. His silver vest peeled off and feel to the floor making a distint mettalic klang. The needles on the machine began to move, pointing towards ruin. The machine thrusted all of the needles all over his torso injecting him with the indescribable liquid, it seeped through his eyes His spine (which is usually covered by the nanovest) sprouted out about a foot like spiked, but not as sharp. He was flowing with a fluxuation of orange and brown. The needles were picking him up off the platform. He was elevated and motionless. He looked like a statue of some monster made by genetic mutation. The needles pulled out and returned to the ceiling. Ruin fell back onto the platform unconcious as the platform slowly slid back down almost tenderly like a mother would have. It stopped at the bottom and ruin softly faded back into human shape as he lay silent on the cold grey floor.

((sorry if that's hard to continue on, I had been planning on this part for a while is all))

(erm, I can't work off off that, sorry.)