And lo, thus spake The Craftsman, through His dented and somewhat oxidized mouthpiece, the Head of Stretch:
“Contents: Car Section: Ambassador - 815. AMX - 815. Barracuda - 857. Buick - 1. Buick Special - 39. Cadillac - 70. Cadillac Eldorado - 100. Camaro - 131. Capri - 676. Challenger - 857. Chevelle - 131. Chevrolet - 179. Chevy II - 131…”
On and on the Head rambled, picking up speed and volume until it became impossible to decipher or ignore:
“Imperial229Jaguar433Javelin815Jeep570LincolnContinental567MarkIII567Maverick370Mercury643…”
Faster and louder the litany went on, until it became an earsplitting ultrasonic screech that knocked all the Drivers senseless.
An hour later, the Head ceased its broadcast. And the Craftsman spake:
It is done.
Upon regaining what semblance of consciousness they had before, our stalwart Mechanics (as well as the new Stretch-bot) find themselves in possession of the entirety of the Lore and Technical Knowledge formerly locked inside Stretch’s Head. To them, it is most conveniently visualized thus:
Domestic vehicles, European vehicles, Asian vehicles… they now know how to fix them all to 100%.
May they use this knowledge wisely, for their RPs remain numbered.
