"But wait! There's more! If you buy this Moostang right now, you'll get zero down payment!" Nick looked desperate as he tried to sell a car. The Hoard Moostang sported a bright orange paint job is customers, a pig couple, snorted at him and walked away.

As a child of a single parent, Nick worked in a part-time job to help his mother pay the bills. According to Mary Anne, Nick's father died long ago because he was with dangerous friends. He was a busy man, but he was a work-a-holic who wasn't there a lot, even during Mary Anne's pregnancy.

As the pigs walked away from the used car dealership, Nick tossed his hat to the floor and started shouting profanities. He walked back from the hot pavement warmed by the afternoon sun into the small, cool building where his boss sat comfortably.

"Nick! My office now!" A porcupine stormed out of the double glass doors and screamed for the fox's head.

Nick hung his head in shame and disappointment and entered the building, where he was met by the cool breeze of the air conditioner and the glaring eyes of a 3-foot porcupine sitting on an oversized desk.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I guess the weather's doing things to my head. I guess the customers didn't want to talk to me since I'm just a fox."

Mr. Quillback turned his chair to the left and stared out at the window, where the used cars were scorching in the rays of the hot sun.

"Luckily, my head's not stuck in the stone age, Nick. I'm giving you one last chance. Make a sale within these two weeks or I have no choice but to cut some losses, if you catch my drift."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Quillback. I promise I won't let you down."

"Okay then, Nick. Back to work! Here's a spray bottle of water for later."

The next day…

Nick was waiting in the shade and saw a rabbit in a tuxedo walking in the parking lot. He took a deep breath and walked towards the customer.

"Good morning, sir! How may I help you today?" Nick made a courteous smile.

"Morning. I'm here to buy a car as a gift for a friend. He wants a car that's both fast and strong, and also under 30k. You got anything like that over here?"

"Yeah, sir. Follow me around."

Nick led the rabbit around the lot. Nick showed him to some sedans and minivans. The rabbit looked uninterested in any of the cars and looked tired. All of a sudden, he ran towards a car sitting under the shade of an oak tree.

"Is this it?" The rabbit whispered to himself.

"That's the 1986 Hoard Moostang. It's exactly what your friend will want. It's got a 197 forcepower and it's built like a tank! Besides, it's a vintage." Nick walked and stopped beside him.

"Hmm…"

The rabbit went inside the car and pulled off the cigarette compartment. He pushed the button inside and the dashboard turned upside down, turning into an armory with a dart gun and some smoke grenades. The rabbit smiled.

"What in the world?!" Nick was surprised.

The rabbit turned his head at Nick. "How'd you get this car?"

"Uhh… ask the owner. I'm just a new guy."

"You never saw that, okay?" Jack pressed the button again and the armory turned back into a dashboard. He placed the cigarette container back inside to conceal the button.

The rabbit went inside the building with Nick trailing behind. He walked to the manager's office. Mr. Quillback, Nick's boss, was signing a few papers while listening to some rock on the radio.

The rabbit turned the radio off in the desk to get his attention.

"Hey, what the hell?!"

"How'd you get that car?"

"Be specific. There's a lot of cars out there, sir."

"That Hoard Moostang."

"Aaaahh… that thing's a recent arrival. I don't think anyone asked for i-"

"How'd you get it?" The rabbit's voice got more serious as he disrupted Mr. Quillback.

"Well, I got it off an auction from the ZPD impound. I couldn't bear to see this classical beauty go into the bin, so I bought it and turned it into full-powered working machine! You interested?"

"Yeah, I am. After all, it IS mine."

"Yours?" Mr. Quillback scoffed.

"About three weeks ago, two idiots were chasing me down and I had to ditch it in Acacia Street because one of the tires popped an-"

"I'm not interested in your little story. You wanna buy the car or not?" Mr. Quillback's face turned serious.

"Fine." The rabbit exhaled. "How much?"

"Hmm... $28,000."

"Deal. Just swipe it at that card reader over there and I'll take out the papers." The rabbit shrugged as Mr. Quillback took out a bunch of papers from his file cabinet. He took out a black credit card with a 'B' engraved on the front face.

Quillback's eyes widened as soon as he saw the logo. Soon after, his spines stretched and poked holes on his supposedly spike-proofed chair.

"Ehhehh…" Mr. Quillback chuckled nervously and unsuccessfully forced to lower his spines. "T-There's no need for this! The car is f-f-free! No need to sign anything!" Nick noticed Mr. Quillback's nervousness in his voice, unsure of why a measly card scared him.

Mr. Quillback told Nick to grab the Moostang's key from the safe, attached with a carrot keychain. He also forced a smile as he gave it to the rabbit.

"Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr…?"

"Savage. Jack Savage."

Jack stood up and shook hands with Mr. Quillback whose whole body was shaking.

"Thanks for the nice gesture, spikey. I'll let my boss know of your generosity!"

"See you around, kid."

Savage walked out the door and got in the car. He put on some shades as he drove off.

Mr. Quillback let out a huge sigh of relief and laid still in his chair. He hung his head as Nick walked up to him.

"My god… at least the kid finally sold a damn car."

"Hey sir, what's so special about that 'B'?"

"What? Oh, N-nothing! Good job, though! Now get back to work."

"But…"

"Go. Now." Mr. Quillback pointed at the glass doors.

Puzzled, Nick walked outside happy that his job is safe... for now.