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Well, given that he didn't have much else to do but to assess her interior condition at the moment--the door locks engaging just fast enough that he wound up still stuck--he immediately saw the wire.

He looked around for something to wear to keep from electrocuting himself--in case the wire was electric--and then found a piece of plastic that would work well enough. The plastic might melt, but at least it wouldn't fry him in the process.

He gently tapped the wire with the piece of plastic and braced himself for the worst.

"That would probably be a good idea," Chris agreed. "Clutch? You wanna follow us home?"

Clutch sighed. "Does an engine need fuel to run?" He revved his engine as Chris muttered something under his breath about uppity AIs.

The wire electrocutes the plastic. 54 yelped in getting startled, and her doors flew open in the zap, as she drove back a bit. ''Hey!'' She yelped. ''Leave that wire alone!'' She hissed, wide awake now. ''Why are in there anyway?!'' 54 snapped.

CD revved to go. ''Maybe 54 hasn't blown things up.''

Bill sighed and realized he hadn't managed to turn the car off before getting locked in. Wow; what a newbie mistake.

"Good morning, 54, glad to see you're finally coherent. I was trying to dislodge the...obstruction near your built-in, ah, printer. I was trying to turn you off so I didn't have to worry about getting my own arm stuck." Bill didn't exactly dive for the open door, though now he knew how to operate it if she locked him in again. "Do you mind turning off for a few minutes? You'll probably sleep better anyway."

Chris nodded and buckled himself into CD. "Alright, let's go. I haven't heard any sirens, at least, so that has to be a good thing."

CD heads back.

54 turns off again, her doors shutting but not locking. The wire was fried from the plastic.

Satisfied that everything was okay, and pleased that he hadn't been electrocuted or locked in, Bill popped out and went around to the printer. He made quick work of opening the headlight to peer inside before finding the printer itself nearby. He followed it back, glancing at the sheet of data, before finding--or smelling rather--the obstruction.

He stopped and grimaced, and then cupping one hand over his face, he worked the disembodied arm free. He hoped the police wouldn't show up for a while.

Chris peered out the window as Clutch tried to race them back to the garage.

(could you imagine Chris finding the arm? ..)


CD sped up, snorting. ''I sure hope Bill isn't dead.''

"Why would you say that?" Chris asked, concern washing over him. He hadn't really considered his dad might get injured; Bill had done a lot of things without getting hurt--and some he had. "Can you hurry up?"

Bill managed to finally free the arm. But now he had a mangled, bloody mess on his hands and nowhere to put it. He headed out back where the trashcan was, heedless of the bloody trail he left behind him from the arm...

CD arrived, just in time to see Bill....

''..................ZOMBIE BILL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!''

Chris just stared in horror as his father dumped an...was that an arm?! His mouth opened and his face went pale. Blood. There was soo much blood. Nausea rose in his gullet.

Bill didn't see them until CD yelled and he flinched and turned and dropped the arm...missing the trashcan by inches. "Oh, CD...Chris...uh...don't worry, it's not mine." He bent to pick up the arm and stuffed it into the trash again. He put the lid on it and then looked down at himself. "Well, sorry. Looks like a made a mess of things."

CD look horrified, frozen in her tracks and staring in pure fear. ''T-t-t-then who's a-a-arm is it?'' She stammered.

Bill scowled. "Probably, though I hate to say it, the arm of the policeman she ran into. We found a badge earlier."

Chris leaped out of CD's seat and hurried into the garage; his face white. Bill grimaced. "Ah, I should probably have warned him about the trail of blood...ah well, he'll find out for himself."

Clutch pulled in, not far behind. "Blood? Zombies? What happened?"

CD shut down out of fear, terrified out of her wits throughly.

54 stirred awake, mumbling, then saw the blood aswell. Luckily she seemed unphased.

Bill sighed. "Alright, I'm going to clean up. You two don't do anything stupid. 54, you got anything else for me to clear out of you?"

Clutch sighed. "Uh, where did Chris go?"

Bill glanced at Clutch. "He's currently indisposed at the moment. He'll be back eventually, give him a few minutes."

''I have a skeleton in my trunk.''

Bill lost his grip on the AutoWrench and winced as it struck the floor. "What? Please, please, please tell me you're kidding."

Clutch revved his engine. "A-a-a skeleton? How'd you get one in your trunk?"

54 opens her trunk a a corpes of a police officer was seen. And it smelled rather foul.

Bill didn't bother to hide his reaction. He fed to the trash can and hurled up whatever had been in his system. Chris started to return, smelled the stench, and slammed the house door again.

Clutch sighed. "How did you even get a body in there?" He asked 54. "Can you get rid of it yourself? I don't think Chris or his father will be able to get rid of it for you."

54 grumped and drive off to the local trash dump quickly, staying out of police site. The smell lingered in the room for an hour, so foul it killed flies. CD stirred to life, but her sensors picked up the scent and she gagged, engine puttering. ''Whats that foul stench?!'' CD snapped, gagging again.

"I am so glad I don't have smell receptors," Clutch said, after recording the frantic sounds of everyone gagging and getting sick. If he sounded pleased, it was only because he'd also been spared the gruesome sight.

Bill finally recovered and he raised the doors and windows to air the garage out more. "Let's just hope no one comes investigating anytime soon."

54 returned an hour later, soaked in water from a car wash. She looked terribly annoyed, her paint washed off to show bright pink highlights underneath and girly hearts scattered about. CD took one look and bursted out laughing. Loudly.