Now, it'd certainly be nice to say that the mop simply showed everyone his sample material, smiled for a few pictures, struck a few poses, bowed a little, and finally received his brand-spanking-new official license before peacefully calling it a day.
Unfortunately, that would've been a complete lie.
Especially when, even now, the newly licensed mechanic was being chased down by several relatively furious siblings who were still reeling from the aftermath of his little press conference.
"Come back here, you little—mmmmnph!"
Olivia Mylor, older sister of the survivalist mop currently fleeing for his life, barely managed to catch herself before the curse escaped her mouth.
