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... Well. That's one way to get rid of it.

[He's not saying he disapproves. Honestly, he was sort of wondering how the hell they were going to deal with the wreck, anyway. Just what did you do with junked machines around here?]

[He stands back, arms folded, watching the fire. Also good to link that smell to the purpose. Fire.]

[For a while, Bull doesn't say anything. Just watches the bike burn.]

So.

What do we do once it's burned?

[And they're left with blackened motorcycle bits.]