(You're a local mechanic, working in and owning an auto shop where you fix up cars, trucks and vans and all their small to large issues.)

It's a normal day and you're laying down on a creeper underneath a car, working on fixing the transmission of it, when suddnely someone grabs the creeper and pulls you out from underneath the car, before stomping her foot between your legs, looking down at you in disdain.

Anna: "Hey! I need your help." She says sternly and seriously, pouting deeply.