It’s been a long night and I’m probably not entirely sobered up yet, but here goes.
Do not mess with the master.
There was a small, erm, “dispute” between two of my friends earlier tonight regarding, well, several things.
To make a very very long story very short, I don’t trust either one of them with any car keys any time in the next six hours or so. So I did a five-minute field job on my buddy’s car so our other friend — who has the keys — couldn’t move it anywhere. Because last time he had the keys, the car showed up the next morning with random dents in it that weren’t there before that.
The starter relay, starter fuse, and fuel pump fuse are in my pants pocket. That car isn’t going ANYWHERE until I say it is.
Like I said.
Do not mess with the master.
That is all.
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