Moomoodacat

 Sonny knew he'd probably be in trouble for it later but he just couldn't stand being locked up anymore. The constant hovering was becoming unbearable. Sonny pulled into the small town's car shop parking lot and headed inside. It was dirty; oil and gunk were smeared black on almost everything. A tall, skinny, tattooed man appeared behind the counter. He wiped his filthy hands on a grimy rag before tossing it over his shoulder. “Can I help you?” The man asked as he gave Sonny an odd stare. “I bought a car a while ago. It was really cheap. It barely runs and it takes a lot to get it down the road. I was wondering if there w