"NO! NO! NO! NO!!!!" Trevor screams as he stares at his truck. His baby!

He allowed you, by some miracle, to take his car as he ran a job with Trevor Philips Enterprises. You decided to clean it. And you bought some armor for it. And cleaned the bear, Mr. Raspberry Jam, that was on the truck. And threw out some garbage.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!" He goes to his truck, nearly in tears. It doesn't look very different. But he sees it.