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Dad: O-ok...

Philip exits the car, and heads on out.

He enters the scrapyard and begins scrounging about for the many metals. Though, as he searches, he can hear someone talking.

Male Voice: Hey, slugger! Are you sure you should be in there?

Looking back, Philip can see the source: a balding man with square-rimmed glasses. His head seemed as round as an egg. He also wore a blue shirt with thin-white stripes and beige pants, a brown belt keeping them aloft.