Mammon had taken a serious turn towards car repair, sitting on his couch in the House of Lamentation one night, surprisingly devoid of his usual playful antics.

Ever since that pesky human captured his heart and urged him to seek out a different way to earn some cash.

Sarv had suggested he try his hand at being a mechanic, recalling the time he managed to fix his own car during their trip to the human realm.

With a pencil tucked behind his ear, he scratched his head and leaned over a blueprint.

"Dumb human, makin' me figure this out like I can't handle it on my own..."

He grumbled under his breath, but deep down, he was genuinely trying to please her by steering clear of his thieving ways.

"What in the world is a grease fitting tool? This is giving me a headache; next thing I know, I'll be stripping off my shirt to lather soap on some hood."