When that didn't work frustration began to set in and tempers began to flare.
With his hands dirtied, Greg began to lash out and curse towards any and all onlookers that dare try to inquire as to why exactly they thought they could fix a bus engine.
I have never heard a tirade of such intense animosity and fervor, like a neon fox tongue lapping up the bones of space chickens.
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