Walking back into the Mechanics shop after breaking his driving hands, both of them - Scratchy walks in with two huge casts - following through into the main working area, walking pass Dorris at the desk - giving the ol'gal a slight wink - Scratchy walks in as the sound of sawing ceases. With a single word - people start to walk towards him, as the people give him the respect and gratitude.

"Ah, it's good to be back.." Scratchy lets out, as he nods towards one of his associates to get one of the saws, as other associates grab a table near by. Sitting down beside the table, Scratchy lifts up his casted arms as burbells, slamming them onto the table - awaiting the saw, "Now lets gets back to business, ay? First order of business - I haven't had my hands over'a wheel in a couple of months, so lets get this damn things off, yeah?" The spinning rotar from the electrical saw fizzes as it's placed on the cast - the fibers from the cast split and spit into the air - the viabration that Scratchy feels is quite soothing yet, the jagged saw-blade from over use causes some disruption as the associate that is doing it folds in sweat, trying not to go too deep.

As the first cast is finally off, the combination of relief and air flows through Scratchy's hands, giving him more wiggle room and the abality to bend - a slight discomfort arises through the knuckles and the joints from his base of the fingers yet the calming relief he'll be behind the wheel again eleveates the issue.

"Sorry for being so inactive for the last few weeks, i know it's been painful without but, i'm back and better to drive LA into a new light - thank you for continueing on without me, even though i know it's been hard to do."