Feeding Day
The smell of motor oil was surprisingly strong, biting through her desensitized state and straight into her olfactory nerves.
Chapter 9 - This Seems Familiar
The entrance into the vortex washed over us a gentle nurturing warmth much like when it first appeared, and as it burnt a stench of ammonia and motor oil, i was relieved that i had thought of holding our breaths before entering into a seemingly unknown world
Joyride
He dipped a claw in the substance and brought it to his face... it wasn't motor oil, it was... viscous, and musky. just then, the fluid began to creep faster from its source.
The Horrors of Stonebury, Chapter 11
The thick, gooey substance, as dark and slimy as motor oil, was slathered across tandy's nude figure once more, repeating the ritual she'd undergone for several nights.
Leap I- Guy Fawkes
It smelled like old motor oil. "sera giving you tr-trouble?" zeia took the can from him. "yeah," she muttered wearily, followed by a string of expletives that her company cringed at.
A Chance of Showers - Part Two
But while you were there, you had to endure the noise and rush of thousands of stupid people pushing shopping carts full of cheap bananas and motor oil. for a man with a concussion, it would be the furthest possible thing from a pleasant experience.
The Horrors of Stonebury, Chapter 8
The statue would be hard enough to explain to steven, and would only further his concerns, but when tina returned from the kitchen with a jar of something that looked like motor oil, tandy was **extremely** hesitant to take it.
Part XIV - Pity's Long-Broken Urn
Here there was no motor oil. no lawn sprinklers. no stray whiff of taqueria or backyard barbecue or above-ground swimming pool.
Halo: RODST (Chapter Two: Welcome to the Lost System, Recon.)
motor oil was everywhere, vehicle parts were scattered all over the place, even some of the vehicles had been tossed out of their ranks and thrown across the room. there even was a scorpion that was on the opposite side of the room, and upside down!
Existence
A dirty motor oil blackened rag with unmentionable grim, helped to clean his equally black greasy hands. sure enough swinging open the door jason saw steve standing on the front porch.
Feeding Day
The smell of motor oil was surprisingly strong, biting through her desensitized state and straight into her olfactory nerves.
Garage Visit
"you're getting your motorcycle," the wolf replied with a smirk then picked up a bottle of motor oil from the workbench behind him. he held the bottle tightly in one hand then with the other reached out and grabbed the gryphon's beak.