Cruisleer was at the junkyard, one of the places he wished he wasn't at. The workers had moved him with a lift, they were about to remove his tires to get him ready for the crusher. His body jolted in fear, his frame shivering in fright as the men started to unbolt his hubcaps. He used his might to pull back with restraint to keep them from taking his wheels off "Wow, I thought these things were junk, this one is tough to dismantle." One of the workers joked with the others as they used tougher machinery, causing distressed sounds from Cruisleer who was fighting for his life