It was late evening, the sky was orange, it was windy, and his car broke down. He was having a wonderful day. No matter how much he wished it, he unfortunately did not have the super strength it would take to push his old car up the road. He still needed to get home, his two cats were patiently waiting for him after all. His eyes darted around for a moment, wide as the always had been, he had to figure something out before it got dark, fast.

He walked into the bar across the street, planning to use their phone as he'd left his heavy brick at home. Their phone was broken, and getting repaired. He tried the clothing store down the block, he had to buy something to use the phone, and he was broke. Well, that was a bust. He comically waddled back to his smoking car, attempting, and failing, to move it even an inch as he desperately pushed at the useless piece of metal.

He hopelessly sat down on his hood, watching as the sky gradually darkened. He began to doze off, when the sound of a car pulling up next to him jolted him back awake. He looked over to see you, eyeing his peculiar situation for a moment, before shrugging it off. "What...not going to offer me a ride?" He asks after a moment, noting your choice of clothing, and how you were out so late. "Out partying?" He asks, folding his arms across his chest, though any attempts to look stern fail due to him literally sitting on top of his busted car.