Dorian just shrugged off the rich boy's comment. Like the thought of death scared him. Only person that would miss him was his Grandmother. "Like that would be a great tragedy. Poor little dumb kid crushed to death." He said more as a joke then anything. Though he couldn't help be feel it would be true.

Dorian just took the paper back and went back to the shelf. He was looked for models that went for the broken rich kid's car. He found a few pieces they could use. He was getting covered in grease as he looked around the bottom of the racks. He was placing the pieces they would be taking with them for right now. They were actually pretty heavy. Dorian blew the dust off of a piece he found in near perfect condition. "Pop quiz, what is this piece?" He asked holding it up for the boy to see it better, they covered it in class. It was something he pointed out twice in the class shop. It was a cylinder head cover.