(By the by, Famine wants to know if they can join us as some point later on. :D )

Pollution nodded as a leak in the pipes no so subtly sprung up, causing a rather large puddle of gasoline ran down a small hill into a little stream that was a water source for much of the surrounding area. He sheepishly started to fuel up his tank. Sometimes, he was just too predictable. But he couldn't help it really. It was his nature.