The first problem is obvious: the thermostat needs a new battery. You get the brothers to take care of that, then Mr. Goultier follows you as you head downstairs and examine the furnace. You check the filter, and it looks disgusting. That's going to have to be replaced. But you're not an expert on furnaces, and when you pull it out, the rusted metal rips.
"You fucking idiot!" Mr. Goultier shouts. "Now I'm going to have to replace the whole furnace housing."
"It's rusted out," you say. "You'd already—"
"Get the fuck away from it!" he shouts, ordering you back upstairs. "I'm adding that to your first rent payment. At least a hundred bucks."
"What happened?" one of the brothers asks.
"Dumb asshole fucked up the furnace housing," Mr. Goultier mutters. He wheels on you again. "We'll be back, and if you don't pay up, you're back on the streets, you fucking junkie." They storm out and load into the truck, leaving you in the cold house.
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