Bill tried to sleep before the mission, he tossed and turned in the cab of his Tow-truck trying to get comfortable, but couldn’t seem to find his comfy spot. Baby-Girl, his pet mutant Pibble whined softly from the passenger side floor boards…
Forcing his mind to shutdown, Bill squeezed his eyes shut and a fitful rest finally embraced him. Bill unconsciously kicked his feet as the Nanites in his cerebrum played havoc with his Dendrites, and the mechanic dreamt of his revenge on Fleetwood and Toecutter…
“I am a Mechanic, and I am here to do The Craftsman’s work.”
Bill’s mumbled incoherently as he rolled over on the bench seat of his F-250, and his dream-mind wandered further down the rabbit hole…
“BUT-TER-FLY…”
Bill snored to himself as his mind fell backwards into nostalgia, and drool began dripping down the trucks vinyl upholstery and onto the rubberized floorboards and forming a small puddle next to Baby-Girl…
Bill’s mind flew at warped speed through space and time, he was born and he died and was he was reborn again.
“…butterfly…”
