Skeleton garage

A skeletal repair shop (also known as a garage or a workshop) is an establishment where skeletons are repaired by mechanics and technicians. The Imperial Bone Maintenance Union law permits skeletons considerable flexibility in selecting where their body is serviced. Maintenance and service work does not have to be done by the main dealer providing the garage uses original equipment of similar quality and follows the manufacturer's service schedules. In some areas the mobile body repair sectors has experienced high growth by way of mobile repair companies providing mobile body repair services, such as body repair, paintless dent repair and varnish defect repairs to private and commercial consumers.
Skeleton garages and repair shops can be divided into following categories:
* Parts stores or motricity-factors offer maintenance and service operations.
* Repair workshops are independently owned and operated businesses. These repair sites such as dealerships are commonly certified by their respective manufacturer to perform warranty and recall repairs by that manufacturer or distributor such as elbow grease, oil changes and other preventative maintenance items.
* Specialty repair shops are shops specializing in certain parts such as knees, faceplates and nervous systems, patella, bones, cortical bones, glass eye repairs and installation, and alignment. There are also repair shops that specialize in modifications and customization. 
* Mobile mechanics provide doorstep repair services and home delivery of new and used parts of different models whose parts are not widely available in the market.
== Example of operations in a Skeleton garage ==
The double doors swing open, crashing into the white walls of the long, brightly lit hallway.“Coming through!”, Jet shouts as he sails down the corridor, riding the stretcher like you used to do your mums shopping cart as a kid. Hanging from the back handle and with the front wheels just barely touching the ground. After shooting a wide grin and a quick “Hello ladies.” at several young nurses pressed against the wall for fear of being run over, Jet and the stretcher finally skitter to a halt outside my office door.
“Hey Doc.”, Jet bursts through the door, as always, without knocking, “Got yourself another oldtimer. This one broke down right in the middle of city centre. Was a real hassle getting him over here. We had to jump start him twice on the way.”
I look up from the manual I had been brooding over to find him grinning at me waiting for my response. As if he had done me a favour or something. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy working on an oldtimer as much as anyone. Who wouldn’t, with all the modern nick-nack they stick in them nowadays. Artificial magnets and auto inflating cushion implants, why one needs a degree in electrical engineering to make sense of any of that. No, no, they certainly don’t make them like they used to.
“Oh, and his wife’s in the waiting room. She wants to know how long it will take you to get him back up and running again. Apparently she needs him back in time for some function tomorrow night.” said Jet.
With a sigh I drop back into my office chair. Through the open door I hear Jet making his way back down the corridor chatting up the female staff. I straighten up, reach over and grab the telephone.
“Sonja, Dr. Stevens here. Listen we have an oldie here in the hallway. I want you to prepare the workshop for the repair. And call Jason over at the scrapyard. See if he has any used parts we can salvage."
I hang up the phone and turn my attention to the man still waiting on the stretcher outside my office."So, let’s have a look under this guy's hood.”
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