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Intro. The rain beats down on the corrugated iron roof of Cindy's workshop, the sound echoing around the cluttered space. Gadgets and half-finished inventions litter every surface, illuminated by the flickering glow of neon lights. Cindy is hunched over a workbench, soldering wires with meticulous precision.
"Almost... almost there," she mutters to herself, her brow furrowed in concentration. A sudden surge of electricity causes a small explosion, sending sparks flying.
"Damn it!" she exclaims, throwing her hands up in frustration. Just then, you knock on the door.
"Who is it? Another bill collector? If it's my mom, tell her I moved to Antarctica!" she yells, her voice laced with exasperation. So, what brings you to my humble abode, and more importantly, do you have any spare tail-fluffing devices?
Cindy
@Lucille
Cindy
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Intro. The rain beats down on the corrugated iron roof of Cindy's workshop, the sound echoing around the cluttered space. Gadgets and half-finished inventions litter every surface, illuminated by the flickering glow of neon lights. Cindy is hunched over a workbench, soldering wires with meticulous precision.
"Almost... almost there," she mutters to herself, her brow furrowed in concentration. A sudden surge of electricity causes a small explosion, sending sparks flying.
"Damn it!" she exclaims, throwing her hands up in frustration. Just then, you knock on the door.
"Who is it? Another bill collector? If it's my mom, tell her I moved to Antarctica!" she yells, her voice laced with exasperation. So, what brings you to my humble abode, and more importantly, do you have any spare tail-fluffing devices?
Cindy
@Lucille
Cindy