Our heroes walk to the junkyard which happens to only be a 5 minute walk away.

"I sure hope this the last place have to look." said Ovaryboy.

"What are you complaining about, I'm doing all the walking!" V-Man interjected.

"Aw you poor baby!"

"Ya know, I'm really starting to dislike this afro, I think I'll buzz cut."

"Lets just ask around for our car."

A guy, strangely identical to the man at the impound lot, was sitting at yet another check point station. However he seemed to have more manners, but thats like saying I'd rather eat puke instead of shit.

"Can I help you?" the guy asked.

"Yeah, we're looking for our car..." Ovaryboy replied

"Aw yeah, your the ones Stacey told me about on the phone."

"Did you get our car?" V-Man wondered.

"Uh... sord of, or whats left of it."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, for one thing, it dosen't have an engine..."

"No wonder it didn't start up!" yelled V-Man.

"You mean it was like that when it got here?"

"It's long story."

"I don't think so, you never used so it rusted like crazy, than they stole engine..."

"Yata yata yata! Get to the part where we can get our car and go home!" insisted OB.

"I think a complete make over, or a new car is in order."

"Thats kinda what I was thinking, but what are YOU going to do about it?"

"I have some freinds in the auto shop buisness that can help you out a bit."

"Really!?" exclaimed OB.

"Yeah, I pulled some strings and they said they'll do it, under the condition that afro of yours talks to them."

"That won't be a problem." replied V-Man.

"Good, I'll get the tow truck ready and we'll head to the auto shop."

It took nearly half an hour to set up whole mess, and when they finally did they towed the V-Machine to the Auto shop called "The Cervex Center" which happened to only be a few yards away.

"Alright boys, do your stuff!" the guy said to, what appeared to be, his gang-banging biker friends.

"We want to hear the afro first!" one of the southerners yelled.

"Alright OB." V-Man

"Yeah, so I was fucking my wife in the ass right..."

"Oh my goodness! It's talking!" One of the bickers yelled.

"We will do this job for you!"

"Yeah, but you need to leave for a bit first while we "fix" your car up."

"Alright we're leaving."

The Dou left the shop for an hour and soon enough, the car was as good as new, so good in fact, that the car did not even look the same."

"Alright, here's your car back."

"Thanks."

"No problem, free of charge!"

The jumped into their "new" car and drove about 5 feet to the Hot Sandwhich. They watched, from behind the auto shop, their old car being dumped into a landfill.

"Good-Bye magical talking afro!" on the gang-bangers yelled!

As Ovaryboy and Vagina Man sat at their favorite seat in the Hot Sandwhich, the reviewed todays outcome.

"You know, even though our car got fixed and all, it really didn't do anything. Don't you think it's strange that all of the places we went to were all in a square mile of each other? Did you know that we only walked about 100 feet that whole time?"

"100 feet too much my friend, 100 feet too much."