Marvel high

Fix up

I was in the working with Bruce, at the mechanics, our job, whit Matt on siting behind his desk sleeping sense he never did much.

Steve walked in and Matt woke up startled. Steve walked up to him and after a few minutes he walked over to me and Bruce.

"I just asked Matt and he said it was cool if I help out hear. That cool with you." Steve said.

"You know what that is." I said holding out a wrench.

"A wrench." He said.

"You got the job thers a sour in there you can use." I said pointing to a closet.

Steve walked in and came out a few minutes later and said "was that it."

"Yep." I said "Bruce will help train you."

As I said that the large door opened and Peter walked in ouching a car that looks like a pile of old part thrown together.

"You guys think you can fix it up." Peter said.

"This thing is a pice of shit." Bruce said.

I get a smile on my face I look over to see Matt get a smile on his face he knows what's happening. I pull up the hood as a bunch of smoke and dust comes out.

"Hit it." I say to Matt and he starts the music.

I say "Why this car is systematic." I slame the hood.
"It's hydromatic It's ultramatic Why it's a grease lightning"

"Grease lightning" Bruce says.

"We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads Oh yeah" I say.

"Keep talking whoa keep talking" Peter says.

"Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods oh yeah" I say.

"I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money" Peter says.

"With the four speed on the floor they'll be waiting at the door
You know that ain't no shit we'll be getting lots of tit
In Grease Lightning" I say.

"Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go" we all say.

"Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile" I say.

"Grease lightning go grease lightning" we all say.

"Go grease lightning you're coasting through the heat lap trial" Matt says.

"Grease lightning go grease lightning" we all say.

We all start "You are supreme the chicks'll scream for grease lightning
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go

We'll get some purple hued tailpipes and some thirty inch fins
Oh yeah
We'll pound 'em in the dashboard and duel muffler twins
Oh yeah
With new pistons, plugs and shocks I could get off my rocks
You know that I ain't bragging she's a real pussy wagon
Grease lightning

Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll scream for grease lightning

Go grease lightning you're burning up the quarter mile
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
Go grease lighting you're coasting through the heat lap trial
(Grease lightning go grease lightning)
You are supreme the chicks'll scream for grease lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning, lightning, lightning
Lightning"

As the music stops I say to Steve "did they just give you every thing that was important when you where frozen and you just mesmerized that song."

Steve said breathing hard "yeah."

"We'll do it." I said to Peter.

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Greased lighting from grease.