If the squealing wheels and dying engine didn't clue Mike in on Stan's arrival, the scattering, bleating sheep get his attention as the lich's ride crashes through the fence. Huh. Well, that one lasted a good six months at least, that's a new record. Some of the sheep make a break for it, but Mike doesn't make any move to stop them. They'll find their way back!

When Stan skids to an exceptionally safe stop against the pile of wrecked automobiles, it sends off a small clattering, rippling effect to the surrounding area. Mike catches a bucket of paint before it can spill with a splatter over the work-in-progress bumpers, and the headboard of another ride topples over. It's fine though, a passing sheep's thick fur cushions its fall!

Any other person would likely be annoyed to high hell by now, but Mike just grins, more than happy to have Stan's familiar, chaotic energy running amock in his life again. But--it's a familiar smell, sure, but something smells somewhat off, and the reasons why are soon made clear. Mike's eyes widen slightly at Stan's new look. Gone is the gruff goblin, and standing there now is something like a seedy zombie. Somehow, he still looks like he could throw down with the best of them, though.

The surprise is somewhat muted as Stan calls attention to the car though. Through monsters and mayhem, nothing can distract Mike enough that he can't appreciate a fine specimen of a car! He lets out a little laugh, then whistles at the broken down frame.

"Nice. And aww, you've already started hollowing her out for me, that's sweet. Looks like I've got the perfect thing for the coaster right there."

Waste not want not, after all! He tilts his head, expression cheeky as ever.

"Looking good Pops. Don't tell me--did you lose weight?"