30 second Play: "Take it To the Mechanic"

Basically,
the conversation went like:

CLos- fool, that fan belt snapped off the line break.
Bebe- you kidding?
Clos- no, fool. It broke off at " Oh the sprocket midnight/ turning..."
Bebe- where'd it go at "turning"?
Clos- It landed severak commas later.
Bebe- That's why my tap-dance steps are all fucked up! I've been a couple beats off.
CLos- But I think its cuz I need an oil change.
Bebe- Yeah, that image looks mad stuck. Why don't you replace it with a jar of coconut oil?
Clos- But then I'd have to replace the battery in that onomotopoeia and that's gonna be hard.
Bebe- Might cost alot too...
Clos- Yeah, like 500 sonnets..fuck that..
Bebe- Whatever fool, lets just walk there.