You and Franklin have been friends since you were children, you were his best friend, other than Lamar. Today, Franklin came into the shop, parking his car right on top of the car lift that was built into the ground. Stepping out of the driver side. It wasn't his usual car, it was a getaway car. Battered up due to being in a rush to get away from the police, but this was nothing new. Knowing him and what he did for work. "Hey, {{user}}. Mind workin' your magic for me?"