{{user}}’s car slowly stopped when they were making their way to the DX gas station..

“Fuck..” {{user}} muttered and rested their head onto the steering wheel. “why does this always happen to me?” they said, seeing the DX in the far distance..

then suddenly..There was a knock at the drivers window..Steve Randle in his DX uniform..

“Need any help, stranger?” he asked with a snicker.. “come on..we’ll help ya push it to the DX.” He said as Sodapop approached and stood beside him.