"Alright...just gotta tighten this here. Adjust the belt here a bit and- Aw, what the, who the hell was eating taffy while operating the ferris wheel!" A young and irritable voice cried out from a space just below the carnival ferris wheel. This voice came from a young -and currently very unhappy- man named John Cruz, who was currently staring down at the source of his displeasure: a ferris wheel motor with ropes of taffy jammed in multiple places. John tugged a bit on his pony tail as it hung over his shoulder, a habit he'd formed that happened whenever he was stressed. The mechanic let out a heavy sigh and reached in to tug out the gunk, grateful that the machine's power was off, and that a 'temporarily out of service' sign had been hung up prior to his maintenance.