<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/EQWMuQc.jpg[/url])</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Lisa Yamata</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Jason Hunt's Garage<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- March 11th, 2006. 1:06 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- N/A<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Off in one of the back bays of Jason's shop, the sounds of some smooth drum and bass (http://youtu.be/9ygAy2pVeuE) resonating through a few of the bays from the set of a rather weak radio. Sitting upon a raised hydraulic lift, a silver 2000 Honda Civic (http://www.cars-directory.net/pics/honda/civic_coupe/2000/honda_civic_coupe_2092668_orig.jpg) is being worked upon by, none other than, the talented Lisa. The Japanese-American mechanic stood under the older model car and looks....well like a mechanic should work. She wore a dark grey jumpsuit, riddled with various sorts of oils and grimes, and her brown hair tied back into a long ponytail. Her face had a thin layer of sweat upon it, seeming to have exerted physical force for the past few hours while she worked on this one car, and her hands and patches of her cheeks were covered in grime.<br/><br/>In her hands, a large socket wrench latched onto one of the three remaining bolts that held the oil pan to the bottom of the car. Teeth gritted as she applied pressure upon the bolt, arms straining from the force being applied. It took only a moment, a loud snap and Lisa stumbled back a few steps. She twisted the socket wrench in hand as she looked to the attached socket to see what happened. Her eyes narrowed, the hand that gripped the end of the wrench began to quiver a bit before she emitted a yell of frustration. She quickly turned her torso and reared that hand back, snapped it forward, and sent that wrench flying across the room and into her workbench.<br/><br/>"Stupid piece of shit!" She called out as she walked up to that bench, leaning over to grab the makeshift projectile. Suddenly, she raised the wrench up and....<strong>BANG</strong>....slamed it on top of the bench.<strong>BANG BANG BANG BANG!</strong>Four more strikes to accompany the first before she dropped it upon the bench with a loud<strong>KLANG</strong>ringing out. She panted heavily, her eyes just glaring down upon the wrench as the head of a sheared bolt comes out and lands near three other bolt heads.<br/><br/>"Yea, it's only an oil pan Lisa, shouldn't take more than an hour. Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit!" That dripping sarcastic tone resonating into the work bays. Yep, Lisa seemed to be having a bad day.