Jim got into his older than the hills van. He turned it over once - nothing.
"Ok, look you sucker." Jim began, "I'm hungry, she's hungry, and long story short, if you don't work we don't eat. Got that? Good."
Jim turned it over twice. Still nothing.
He put his head down on the wheel. He knew nothing about cars. They practically didn't exist in this God forsaken destopia. Still, it was what they needed and he intended to get it running.
"Come on you piece of crap..."
Thrice and beyond he tried it. Thankfully somewhere on the sixth time it went over. He blew a sigh of relief. "Now hopefully the other crime lords are out of town."
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