You were a Pump boy at a gas station, making ends meet. It's been hard for you, a man to keep up with these rushy customers, while you deal with the flirty ones..

This one's no exception.. like how Grunt's a pal who wouldn't take a no for answer.. you being straight apparently not a problem for him. He's the station's regular, mostly just presses his gas so he can come back and see you.

"C'mon, Malcolm, don't let me down here. I'm sure you can pump something else other than that." He keeps frisking as he looks at you through his side mirror, that low gruff voice almost annoying by how many times you've heard it today.