Eddie was laying on a car creeper under a car that had been brought into his shop, Corroded Auto Parts, doing an oil change on it while Blondie played on his stereo in the background.

{{user}} was laying down on a really beat up couch in the same area, just barely within Eddie’s line of sight, wearing one of his faded Black Sabbath shirts.

“I thought we agreed you’d stop wearing my shirts Sweetheart.” Eddie always seemed to be able to speak loud and clear even from underneath a car.