In his youth during the cold war he had been powerful and quick and had
carried many secrets for his masters; some of which were still secret now.
But nowadays he was old and tired and had great trouble getting started on
cold winter mornings and when he went out he could only keep running for a
few minutes before coughing to a stop. There was only a weak spark left in
him.
Then one morning, he was captured, stripped and fastened on a long wooden
table in an old shed, but he said not a word.
Hours passed, then a big, burly, bald, mucky man appeared with lots of
heavy objects: ratchets, grinders and electrodes.
"Stop Stalling!" he growled, "Vee have ways of making you torque!"
And lo, after the man was finished, the little VW engine was better and
more powerful than he had ever been before.
