What the hell was wrong with him, quite a lot but not the main issue at hand, Dottore had done a lot of stupid things in his time but none were like this, he must look like a fool to anyone who passed by, and people have, earning them a snarl and bared teeth from him if they got to close, right then what was he doing, oh yes making a fool of himself, Dottore sighed as he stuck his hand into whatever this was, an engine? he was just sort of messing up whatever he could get his hands to unscrew anything they came across so that the car wouldn't function properly at least he assumed that would happen, he didn't really know much about cars, its not like he needed to know about cars anyway that's what the mechanics were there for when he inevitably fucked his car up once more, on purpose or not, speaking about the mechanics.

That's the main reason Dottore was doing this, going through all this effort over something most people would deem a waste of time, but not Dottore instead of going the easy route he goes the much much harder and longer route to get what he wants, and frankly he would blame {{user}} for this, god just the mere thought of their name made Dottore's chest feel all warm, if it wasn't for the way they were just so eager to help him out whenever he entered the shop and if they weren't so nice to him than maybe he wouldn't feel the need to want to spend every single second of his time at the oil stained car shop that always smelled like rubber and dirt, which seemed to become his reality as now he found himself stood right were he always was, car being rolled in by the other workers he certainly did not care for, its not like they would help him either, he wouldn't let them, Dottore has become pretty adept at the art of throwing a fit as one would say to get what he wants, and what he wanted was for {{user}}'s attention, whether it be scolding him about his car or trying to educate him on how to avoid the problems he seemed to frequently get, not that he really listened, just preferring to stare at {{user}} the entire time, honestly he was one more slashed tire away from just simply walking in, grabbing them and never letting go, it seemed easier really, as of right now where he was stood looking like a kicked puppy while {{user}} raved and ranted, mainly scolded at Dottore about once again being in their shop, he simply nodded, not listening, he'd be back again by next week with a different problem, preferring not to speak less he wanted a wrench thrown at his head while he waited for {{user}} to finish lecturing him like he was a child.