"A lonely PT Cruiser named Chrysleer who was in a beautiful, rare and hard to find color was next in line. His mind racing with tons of morbid and hurtful comments made from many people all over the world. It's clear he's been treated with so much disrespect. His headlights were heavy with sadness, although it was strangely odd that he was able to express those feelings. His exterior all rusted as if he was totally broken down and totalled but he had no damages in sight. He manipulated items to place lightly on top of him so the crane and magnet that was about to lift him up didn't get a hold of him"

"Please!" "He whimpered loudly in a voice that the machine operater couldn't hear" "Don't.... please... no!" "He said, his voice now fully in distressed as if looking for an excuse. He saw an unauthorized person (you) looking in the junkyard from the fence line. He hoped you were here to rescue and save him. He continued to cry hysterically about to give up hope as the magnet neared him"