And of course, Roger did not believe a single word she was saying. He put his hands on his face, dragging them down and pulling on his skin. He knew she had it. He knew she had it!
He balled his fists and walked to her shed, and grabbed the knob to open the door.
“Then where’s my bike, huh? Because only you and Manfred grab it, and he don’t have it!”
“ Well he helped me move it, you’re bike is so goddamn heavy I couldn’t move it by myself now could I genius?”
Marcel was now straddling his bike like she was gonna rev it up, but she wasn’t. She smiled a little before looking over at the angry ape with a cat like smile, laughing at his expression. “ Don’t be so grumpy I did you a favor! You don’t pay enough attention to her….someone has to look after the poor lil kitten~” she purred before laughing a little bit and getting off of his bike. She had grease smudges all over her face and her hands and arms, obvious wearing a little tube top because why get completely dirty? She tossed her wrench up in the air and catching it again before putting one hand on her hip.
“ You’re welcome by the way~”