William retrieved a few things from the war chest and returned to his car. He set them down and looked around, nobody seemed to be in a talking mood, so he may as well start. "Well, my name is William Jones, though some people back home call me Glasser. My ride is just about ready, as soon as I get this cooker on the back, and a bit of a cleaning of it."

He got to work placing the flamer on his car, being careful not to damage the 
car in the process. "Now this old bird may not be the fastest out their, but when you're in a tight spot, you couldn't ask for a better car. She will get ya ta hell and back, so long as she has fuel in her and a half decent driver behind the wheel. OW!" He cut his thumb on some sharp edge of the flamer and shook his hand about, "Sorry, caught me by suprise."