"Yep, that girl from the JSA and that Gold Sentinel fellow showed up and took care of the crazy green broad. I went over last night and helped Mr. Schmeindrick board up the window. Now, just a few orders of business." Scott slides back in his rolly chair and grabs a paper and pen off of the (not futuristic) workbench, and wheels back to the front desk.
"One, I need you to fill out this form of repair, verifying that I have your watch and it is fixed. Legal matter, Mrs. Leibowitz next door and Mrs. Nguyen down the street both have lawyers for sons, and after I fixed Mike Leibowitz's grandfather clock, he made me up these forms for folks to fill out. Name, phone number, e-mail, ways to reach you. In case things go south, you agree it wasn't my fault, and if you have future problems, I can always call you up with statuses on repairs."
Scott then grabbed a plain business card and placed it on the desk. "And that is so you can call me with any problems, or if you got friends who need repairs done. Now let's see here..."
Scott pulls out Wendi's watch and shows it to her. "Fixed and polished. Also, I threw in a thing Mrs. Bolarsky three doors down keeps giving me. Good for a free frozen yogurt at her shop."
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