Dokie's car rumbled tussively and lapsed into silence.
"You need to take it to the vet," Rovin said.
"You mean the mechanic?"
"No." Rovin glanced from side to side. "Look, I know a guy. He's the best you'll ever find, but if you call him a mechanic, he won't work for you at all."
Dokie turned the key again, and the car reluctantly caught. "Crazy people aren't generally good at fixing cars."
"Well, that's the thing. Humans go to human doctors, but we take our animals to the vet. TS-197 is to simpler machines as we are to our pets."