Ouch...

The truck began as a Frankenstein project... A billet grill, chrome lights, a new hood, a new paint-job, some bucket seats, a ton of work and a money transfusion later: the beast transcended to hotness...

Then the truck met a seemingly happy-go-lucky Pontiac Grand Prix. They got to talking about seeing other vehicles... it didn't end pretty.

It actually got pretty ugly...

Brain surgery. It'll need nearly an entire front end from a clean donor...
(an intense money transfusion.)

(That used to be my turn signal)
Alas, poor Yorik, I knew him, Horatio...