Eddie took a walk around the Barclay Center to ease his troubled mind, he left his body lying somewhere in the stands of section 9... He watched Conor float to the dark side of the moon, He felt there was nothing he could do... yeah... Eddie watched Conor float to the dark side of the moon, after all he knew it had to be something to do with Artem Lobov... He really don't
mind hand trucks being thrown at vans, as long as it's red panty night in the end.
Not exact matches
I don't
mind getting dirty when helping under a car or
truck hood even if I'm just
handing someone tools or helping work in the yard.
Many a broken controllers have been made at the
hands of that one part of the level that required a precision jump, perfect reaction time, or just a relentless amount of endurance and patience to
truck through a seemingly endless wave of baddies before the next checkpoint (if the game in
mind were so inclined to include such a privilege).