“More… Than perfect…” “Bowyetta” repeated. Her smile began to grow
once more. It was a slow, sinister, malicious smile. “Yes… Smithy will
be much loving of Bowyetta once she is complete… But…” Her face suddenly
softened. “Is not being trick~? Bowyetta is having of much trust for
you, Mr. Sir~”

Vinny was nearly done breaking open the lock.
“I’ve… Nearly got… Ow~!“ “Bowyetta” turned around at Vinny’s cry, but he
hid himself before she saw him.

“Bowyetta” then held her hand out the the Repairman. Her skin felt eerily cold. “Go on then, Mr. Sir~ Make Bowyetta… More than perfect~” Her malicious smile returned as she said the words. More than perfect. She loved the idea of that.

“Oh, no, no trick,” the Repairman said as he began to lead the thing behind a pile of junk (he would say it was ‘for privacy’ if asked). “I just want to get you looking great for Smithy…”

He cringed at the cold, but said nothing. Instead, he pulled up a polisher and started to work away at the rusty bits.

“Speaking of which,” the Repairman mused, as he worked on removing the rust from her back, “are you sure you want to use that Bowyer’s parts? Smithy doesn’t exactly like her…”