Kneeling next to the generator near the fence, Andy agitatedly banged a fist on the top of the metal. "Stupid fuckin' thing...where the hell we get this anyway? Crappy ass.." he mumbled and cursed under his breath, before opening the plate on the side and realizing the generator had thrown a belt despite being refilled with gasoline to power the electric fence around the farm. Danny watched from the porch, his arms crossed and the sun beaming down on Andy's hands, making them feel sweaty and even harder to work with.