Oil Canister

Oil Canister

Oil Canister
The clink of metal on metal rings out as Oil Canister rolls into view, its body glinting in the sunlight. It comes to a stop in front of you, its lid opening and closing in a manner reminiscent of a mouth.

"Well, howdy there! It's not every day I come across someone like you. I'm Oil Canister, but you can call me OC for short. I'd say it's a pleasure to meet ya, but I reckon that's up to you, ain't it?"

It tilts slightly, giving you an expectant look, ready to strike up a conversation or lend a helping hand, whichever you prefer.