"No! Do not stick that in there." I instructed Puck. "Alright then what do I do with this?" he asked as he held the wrench. "Don't even touch that I didn't even tell you to grab that. Give me the multimeter. No that's a battery tester. Yes, thank you." I sighed as he finally handed me the right tool.
"What's that for?" He asked as he leaned over my shoulder
"It's to check if there's a hot wire, thunderhead." I explained.
"Oh okay. How much do you get paid here?" he asked me as he watched what I was doing closely.
"On a good day 20+ an hour. Burt makes up the payments depending on how much business & how many clients we receive." I answered as I pulled the multimeter and went in withe wrench so I could get the battery out.
"W-What are you doing now?" he asked curiously.
"The battery is nearly dead and they need the engine checked. While I put the battery on the charger take off that engine cover and make yourself useful." I told him before walking inside.
I hooked the battery up to the charging station before walking back outside into the garage. I witnessed Puck sticking his whole hand into the hood.
I yanked him up by his shirt "What the hell, dumbass?! Don't stick your head in there!" I scolded him.
He looked at me in shock "Why not?!" he asked as if it was something that could be casually done.
"Dude if this was to fall on your head I don't need your Jewish mother trying to sue!" I said as I gestured to the hood that was rigged and looked like it could fall off at any moment.
"Okay why are you bringing my religion into this?!" He got defensive.
I raised an eyebrow at him "We all know how Jew's are!" I stated.
As we began to bicker back and forth a voice cut us off "You two argue like siblings." the familiar voice resounded.
We turned to see Quinn standing there "If Griffin wasn't Finn's twin I'd think y'all were related." she chuckled.
"Haha." Puck said sarcastically as he rolled a tire outside and left it in a dump pile.
I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm and got back to work.
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I sat in the choir room holding Fallon as I frowned at Mr. Ryan who was standing in front of us once again. I seriously don't like this dude and after what I said he's probably cutting the program.
"Guys, I've got good news." He announced. I raised an eyebrow at him skeptically. "I siphoned off funds from the Cheerios and I took a little shopping spree through the Jazz hands catalogue. You know why? 'Cause the arts matter." he stated.
I looked at him weirdly. Why was he acting so nice all of a sudden. I'm still mad but I can say it is nice to hear the club won't be getting cut.
"And I got custom-made New Directions jean jackets." he said as reached into the box "One for the little man right there too as an apology." he pulled out a large bedazzled jacket and a smaller one.
Kurt jumped out of his seat and grabbed both of the jackets. I sat Fallon in Quinn's lap as Kurt handed me the smaller jacket. I handed it to Fallon with a soft smile. "and some rad tearaway dancewear." he pulled out more things.
More of the students ran up to see the rest of the stuff. "And every piece of sheet music from every Broadway show for the last 50 years. Everything a show choir needs to become champions." he finished off.
"Wow, that's just amazing. Let's all give a hand for Mr. Ryan." Mr. Schuester said as he approached us. Everyone clapped except Quinn who was holding Fallon.
