As he looks, Jack places the back panel back into place, and twists the screws in finger tight.  There is an odd, acrid smoke seeping out from the back vents, as if someone were burning crude oil within.  He suddenly looks up towards the curious writer, and says, "You didn't see nothing."

Jack gets up, and moves back to the front.  He opens the door.  "Cooler already," he nods with a pleased grin before replacing the fridge within its little alcove.  Only as he removes a rag from his back pocket and wipes his hands clean of the remains does he acknowledge the point.  "Money for a one time gig huh?  Yeah, I could use something like that.  But I wonder what kind of job a reporter could need a mechanic for?"