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Sparky Repairs, Saturday

Kaoru showed up at Sparky's late, after a chat with Tono at The Perk. He only had a few hours to put in now, and he assumed since it was parent's weekend, nothing too major could or would get broken (as nothing usually was broken). Hopefully John wouldn't find out they were ditching again.

Sparky's is open.

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John's awakened by someone moving around in the front. "Oh, what a nightmare." JOhn sits up... and sees his special guest.

"Fuck."

"Are you allright?"

"Not exactly. You're still here, which means I'm still hallucinating like crazy."

"Hallucinating? Have you suffered an injury to the head? Ingested hallucinagens?" It's entirely possible that whoever programed him had done so with the express intention of annoying John. Y'know, just for laughs.

"Not unless I've been using wormwood in the still. I was referring to you, ya lunkhead." John threw off the blanket and put on his shoes. Space heater. Gotta get a space heater. 'specially when he has company.

"I am not a hallucination ~~so there~~."

"~~No, you're a freakin' nightmare.~~ I need to stop hitting the sauce so early. So. What'd you think of the Scorpion? Or the go-cart?"

The scorpion twitched its tail upon hearing its name.

"The Scorpion is excellent." he responded. From mechanical weapon to another. "The Go Cart has faulty welding."

"Bullshit. What faulty welding?"
John got up and examined the go-cart frame.

The Terminator pointed out the error. "There."

"Aw, fuck." John takes a marker and outlides the weld to hit tomorrow. or later today.

"Anything else, Bucko?"

He did another scan of the go-cart. "No."

"Good. Just need to find an engine for it, and that'll help. Can't wait for this thing to start working. It's more fun than the motorbike."

"AH, dammit." John hit the TV, as percussive maintenance always makes things work better.

"Fuck. Cable guy won't be here until middle of next week, and I wanna watch the game today." John sighed and started getting his kit ready to go adjust the antenna. Again.

The Terminator looked at the television. He lifted his hand as if to try hitting it as well.

"NO! Dude, you'll make me have to get another TV if you hit it. Percussive maintenance is an artform. And it's not the damn TV, it's the damn antenna. On the roof." JOhn poinst up, to clarify to Marvin the paranoid android where the roof is.

The Terminator looks up in that direction. "Oh."

John's too busy bitching to notice the thunderclap, and the back room isn't known for its spacious windows.

"I'm goin' up."

The Terminator followed him without comment.

"Dude. Seriously. Stop following me." John zipped his leather jacket.

"I have to follow you. I do not know what the threat is, so I must follow you so I can protect you when it arrives."

"Well, it's just fucking creepy, dude. ~~You're not as good a father figure sice I've hit puberty and you've totally been interrupting my nunsexing.~~ You still haven't told me if there's another Terminator loose somewhere."

"Unlikely. The area is small enough it likely would have found you by now."

"Doesn't mean it's here, on the island. Tiem goes funny when you're here. It's 2006. I'm not. Hell, it could be in the fuckin' Paleozoic era."

The Terminator tried to process that information. "In that event it is unlikely it would still be a threat now. No Terminator's power cells can last that long."

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