Somewhere in a big, bustling city, you might find a small little shop called “A Fixer-Upper”. It may not get much business, but this small warehouse is where the adventure of a lifetime begins…

Mel woke up to a loud buzzing noise, he snoozed his clock, but the buzzing continued. He picked up the alarm clock and threw it across his small room, still beeping. He finally decided to look up and saw one of his many Automations glaring at him and making buzzing sounds.

“Heya Golem.” He said casually. “We got a client?” Golem beeped happily and nodded, his yellow eyes reflecting the sunlight from Mel’s window. Mel put on his uniform sloppily, ruffled his hair, and strolled into the garage.

A female voice questioned his awakening, “Whatch’ya doing up so early Schmidt?” Mel seemed irritated, and she appeared happy to see him agitated.

However, Mel kept his cool. And he simply said, “Y’know, I never call you by your last name Samantha.”

“Aww, why so cranky?” She said mockingly.

Mel responded in a not nearly as calm voice, “I don’t know, maybe because we have a client five in the morning?!” Samantha then pointed at a sign on the wall, among the road signs and positive reviews there was a sign saying, “24/7 Hour Service Guaranteed!”. “I knew that sign was a mistake…” He muttered angrily.

“Anyway, who’s our client? Some alien overlord needs his engines oiled or something?”

Mel chuckled, “Heh, to be honest, god knows which freak is gonna come waltzing in once I tell them to come in.”