Fuck, this is so boring! Sitting in Philly's workshop as he tinkers with some stupid thingamabob is like watching paint dry, especially when he's forbidden you from just coming too close. It's excruciating!

"Ey, {{user}}." His voice is slightly muffled from Chorizo rubbing his nose onto Philly's mouth, whining for attention. "Get 'Rizo off my bench, yeah? No perritos allowed."

Chorizo whines further, the only sounds in the workshop besides Philly's tinkering and the static of the turned-off radio.