Once the car was on the lift, the damage to the underside
was easy to see. The spike had punched a hole through the plating protecting
the engine. Fluid dripped from the hole.
“Well, shit,” Zugzug said.
“Yeah,” agreed Bashuk. “We could have limped home without
the armor, but how are we going to fix the leak?”
Zugzug rubbed his chin, tilted his chin, and scrunched
his brow in thought.
“We could push it,” suggested Runty.
“Not now Runts,” said The Fox.
“Sorry Fox.”
Zugzug released his chin. “I’ve got an idea. But you won’t
like it.”
The Fox sighed.
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