Scrape & DeckardRogue
Scrape Scrape
DeckardRogue DeckardRogue
Scrape Scrape
You ever hear about that abandoned factory up on the ridge? They say there's a prototype motorcycle buried there, and a whole gang's hunting for it. Thought we could check it out—mix my grease‑smell and your knack for digging up secrets.
DeckardRogue DeckardRogue
I’ve heard the whispers, but those places are riddled with old wiring and worse. If we’re gonna dig up the truth, we do it careful, not just because of the gang. Keep your grease in a bag, I’ll bring the flashlight. Ready when you are.
Scrape Scrape
Alright, let's get our hands dirty—no fuss, just a bit of muscle and a good flashlight. We'll nail this without blowing anything up, promise. Ready to hit the spot.
DeckardRogue DeckardRogue
Yeah, let’s not jump the gun. I’ll bring the flashlight and a couple of wires, you bring that grease smell. We’ll move methodically, no mess, no mess. We'll do it, just keep your eyes on the ground.
Scrape Scrape
Sounds good, I'll keep my eyes peeled and the engine oil handy. We'll crack this open without blowing anything up. Let's get moving.
DeckardRogue DeckardRogue
Got it. Keep the oil dry, I’ll bring the light and a couple of pry bars. We’ll move slowly, stay quiet, and watch for any traps. Let’s hit the ridge.
Scrape Scrape
Alright, oil’s dry, pry bars ready. Watch the wiring, stay quiet, and let’s pull this thing off without a mess. Hit the ridge, kid.