White Otter
Corey could bet that some of the droid mechanics were in today as well, after that strong whiff of motor oil he had caught, which subsequently made his nose itch.
Evacuation Order
She still couldn't get the smell of exhaust and motor oil out of her nose from the dingy garage that they had set everything up in but it was better than roaming outside the perimeter all night.
That Day, Part 3 - Love and Hate
I'm lying underneath a car, my nostrils filled with the stink of motor oil. there's a wrench in my paw. i'm supposed to be fixing something, but for the life of me i can't remember what. damn it! i haul myself out from underneath the car.
Hurricane Kim Chapter 7
Darting forward i grabbed a nearby miata in my jaws, gagging at the taste of motor oil as i bit into the engine compartment.
A simple story II : end
His both hands holding the bottle of motor oil, he was aiming at the tank to fill it properly. john cared about to aim properly, not wanting to stain the motor or worst the ground.
Final Fantasy X-Treme Ch.12 The Path of Sin: Valefor
Ashlin smells like mako and motor oil. clip smells like holly water and gunpowder. tech smells like chlorine and grease. ava smells like paint and paper, and drew smells like flowers and energy cells." "and what about me?"
Topping Off Your Tank
Given the way the place reeked, and i don't mean of cheap booze and motor oil, i knew she was every bit as worked as i was. it was just a simple matter of getting the girl to admit that to me, and then we were off. "i...can't.
Technofox 07
The other closet had a brown australian coat, smelling strongly of motor oil used in the waterproofing. it was fairly cheap, but heavy, probably too heavy for a place as warm as atlanta, where you really needed something lighter.
Changes: Part 1
He rifled around in it, and he pulled out a very large white sweat-stained t-shirt, it had some motor oil and hay clinging to it, but it seemed fresh from that day. he covered his eyes, and turned back to me.
Defiance
The air smelled of motor oil and spilt fuel, everything lit by endless banks of overhead fluorescents. "woah, where'd you get a piece like that?" a gray furred wolf called. the jackal rolled his eyes.
A Wild Tale of Jasmine and Ruth
I was actually on a lunch break, wiping that inky black motor oil from my hands when i felt a buzz in my back pocket. my hands went into a hurry drying off to answer that call, and i had made it just in time to hear margie's voice.
7 - Consequences
A slight breeze stirred the remaining grass, highlighting a patch that had been burned and discolored by motor oil. a figure, garbed in black with a cowl resting over his forehead, knelt down and felt at the patch with his fingers.