Roy was working on repairing the rails heading past Brunel Hall. They had been pulled out of alignment when one of the city trams had had a moment of wanderlust common with those machines. It had taken the better part of a day to track down the tram, herd it back to the station, and get it settled down for readjustment. Barry had been sent to the hospital after, when the tram startled and charged at him, catching his shoulder. The doctor had said he should be okay in a few wees. Roy shook his head, if the people of this town realized the danger of being a public transportation worker in New Babbage, maybe he could get a raise.
He adjusted the spring in his pneumatic arm and set to work driving in the new ties to hold the rail down, muttering again as the arm momentarily hitched, then smashed the hammer into the cobbles, getting it stuck.
“Oh of all the, the tourque’s off again, they JUST fixed me arm last week! #^&#^@(@(!&^#%^^*!8orangutan*&@*@*$^(#purple*@&@!!(!(*@#($8#*@*!&#flapjaw worm ^&@damn pigheaded trams@*&@(!)(@(@*All Hail The Raptor…”
He stopped fighting with the hammer embedded in the street and looked around, wondering why he said that, he dosn’t know of any raptor’s.
Roy rubbed his face, “It’s been a rough day, yeah, the Raptor will make it all better.” He momentarily wondered who the hell the Raptor was, but blew it off as he pulled the hammer out with a wrench, the pistons in his arm whining, and packed his tools . The Raptor will make things better, he’d keep those trams in line , and give the rail workers a raise, maybe better springs even, and cake! yes, cake! for all the filthy mammals like Roy, Roy wished he could be reptillian, it was just his luck to be born a pink mammal.
He packed his tools and sadly headed to the Gut for a drink, lamenting his mammal ways and trying to think how he can make it up the the Raptor, as the repairwork was left there unfinished.