|Then there was another guy, named Dave or something. He didn't poke around much, but John and Andrew seemed to listen to him and I noticed after they left, he would walk over and take a look at what they had been working on that day. He really seemed to know what I needed.|
|One day, I realized John and Andrew were putting on all of my outer skins and again excitement was
in the air. Unfortunately, in their haste they added another hole in one of my blood vessels and I started to bleed
profusely. They started to swear profusely too.
It wasn't my fault that the fuel line they added the hole to was the first part my parents had started with when they built me. After much discussion and some work, they patched me up and again the excitement started to build.
Anyway, here's my interior after the great gas line debacle.