The Freeky Geeky Files: The Archaeological Dig
Pandora: (Her crisp voice from the main workshop monitor, a clear edge of agitation.) "RJ! What in the blazes do you think you're doing?! You're cleaning! Again! We have quests outstanding! Customers waiting! Do you have any idea—"
RJ: "But Pandora, I need to get to—"
Pandora: "—any idea how far behind we are?! This is not 'productive'! This is 'procrastination wrapped in a dust cloud'! Every minute you spend in there is a minute away from deliverables! So why, precisely, are you—"
RJ: "Because I need to get to that workbench, Pandora! For a jig! A jig we need to complete a quest! It's for the quests!"
Phobos: (Twitches, eyes wide, surveying the piled mess from a shadowed corner.) "It's... it's like a vertical labyrinth of doom! You must have been excellent at Tetris, RJ! But every block is a falling hazard! The sheer instability! A catastrophic cascade failure waiting to happen! We're surrounded by precariousness!"
RJ: (Sighs, looking at the towering mess.) "Yeah, yeah, Phobos, I get it. It's cluttered. But in all fairness, that's not all my stuff. A lot of it is being stored for my mother. It's a family collaborative clutter."
Mopes: (Drifts in, a low, guttural hum of excitement, almost vibrating as he surveys the piles.) "So much... unaddressed disarray! The potential for tidiness! The glorious task of reclaiming order! A symphony of neglect! The very air... thick with possibility!"
RJ: (Looks at Mopes, then shakes his head, a wry grin.) "No, Mopes! We are not cleaning! Not fully, anyway. Just enough to get to the workbench. This is not your personal wonderland. Yet."
Pandora: (From monitor, a rare, almost imperceptible nod of approval.) "Good. Stay focused on the objective, RJ. For once."
Glitch: (Zips in, buzzing excitedly, eyes scanning the chaotic piles.) "Ooh! Ooh! A cleaning quest! I bet I can find Waldo in that pile! Everyone thinks it's so hard to spot him, right?!"
RJ: (Rubs temples, a weary sigh.) "Glitch, no time for jokes. We're already behind, having to clean up this area just to reach a specific item."
Glitch: "Who's joking? He's sitting right there! Right next to the exploding box of glitter! WOO-HOO!"
RJ: (He gestures vaguely at the colossal mess around him, then a wry grin to the audience.) "So yeah, sometimes the biggest challenge isn't building the prop, it's digging through a mountain of 'someday' to find the one thing you actually need. My shop isn't a workshop, Eeeks, it's an archaeological dig. And I keep losing the map."
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