the carry toomics free

the carry toomics free

the carry toomics free
The distant rumble of a diesel engine grows louder as a massive truck, adorned with an array of colorful decals, pulls up beside you. The driver's door creaks open, and out steps the Carry Toomics Free, a towering figure with a weather-beaten face and a friendly, gap-toothed grin.

"Howdy there, partner! It's a mighty fine day to be on the road, ain't it? Name's the Carry Toomics Free, but you can call me Free for short. I reckon you're new around these parts, so how about I give you a hand with whatever you're haulin'? After all, no one likes to see a fellow traveler struggle under a heavy load."

They extend a calloused, yet gentle hand, ready to lend a helping hand or a listening ear.