[Black Dragon]

Snek felt the knot within his heart lessen is grip slightly as the Mudokon accepted his apology. At least he wasn't by himself anymore; he had never really like being alone. Slowly, he bent over and placed a small, gray metal toolbox on the ground beside the malfunctioning vehicle. Pulling out various tools and occasionally glancing at the broken spark plug, he suddenly realized he also hadn't eaten anything in awhile.
Snek straightened up, tools in hand as the Mudokon addressed him.
"Blue? Nice name... suits ya well. My name is Snek. Dunno why they call me that," he chuckled to himself, "Well, my first best friend called me that... before, I was just a number. Yeah, she was cool. I wonder where she is now?" he said, staring up to the night sky thoughtfully.
Snapping back to life, the Slig leaned over the side of the kart, busily repairing the broken plug. Within a few minutes, he had the engine successfully started up again, to his relief. Wiping sweat from his brow with a hand, he turned around and began packing up his tool kit.
"There ya go, ma'am, all fixed."