"Your car needs a repair? I am trustworthy..."
Big Bob's Motor City, a too big name for such a sucking backyard workshop, was an ugly place with ugly cars and an ugly big fat Bob. One day some very, very ugly zombies entered Bob's garage and wanted new blood instead of oil. But that's (undead) life. He's smelling these days, maybe he was rotting under a car for too long, maybe this was Bobs normal condition anyway. So you better run now, if Bob's stumbling around a corner to offer you his services.