OLivER was a plier of cheap brandy which he had diluted with whatever chemical he could find at the time he made it. Mostly his customers were satisfied, but one batch made them iller than they imagined they could get. Once they recovered, a lot of them set out to get Oliver and rough him up to repay the compliments. Oliver got wind of the plan and escaped to a distant town where he somehow managed to get an apprenticeship in a garage. The garage serviced and repaired whatever was brought in. He was learning by watching at first. One day his mentor was lying on the floor reassembling some machinery. "Pass me that idler gear - no, not that one, the larger one", he said to Oliver. As Oliver got older he too could be found lying on the floor repairing machinery and requesting things from the new apprentice.
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