The Freeky Geeky Files: The Box Army's Missing Link
RJ: (Leans on Kronos table, satisfied) "There. Finally finished laser cutting all the trap 1 section boxes. That's a sight for sore eyes, Eeeks. Real satisfaction."
Pandora: (Her crisp voice from the main workshop monitor.) "A commendable output, RJ. The laser certainly performed its singularly assigned function. Now, regarding that output... (Her voice sharpens) One might observe the Kronos table has, yet again, achieved a state of magnificent, self-replicating clutter. Your 'clean' moments are becoming, shall we say, a theoretical concept, old man."
Mopes: (Drifts in, a faint sigh) "The illusion of order... a temporary respite... a cosmic joke... for all things yearn... to return... to their true, glorious disarray. Inevitable."
RJ: (Nodding, a wry sigh, looking between Pandora and Mopes.) "Yeah, yeah, Mopes, I hear the cosmic sigh. And Pandora, I know the drill. It was always gonna end this way, wasn't it? My process involves... flexible organization. This 'organized chaos' theory? It's real, and right now, it's fueling my brain's beautiful meltdown. So, if we're going to talk about this glorious disarray and what comes next, I think we need to bring in the rest of the management team. Glitch! Phobos! Get in here!"
Glitch: (Zips in, buzzing excitedly) "Boxes! Boxes! WOO-HOO! Can we build a fort?! A giant, EXPLODING maze of doom?! Or a giant robot that shoots confetti AND rubber chickens AND miniature marshmallows?!"
Phobos: (Twitches, eyes wide) "Spontaneous combustion! A very real risk! Tightly packed combustibles are a ticking time bomb just waiting for a rogue spark! And the fine laser dust! It's an invisible assassin for the lungs! Every breath a gamble! What about structural integrity? Those stacks could topple! Catastrophic cascade failure, RJ! Utter pandemonium!"
RJ: (Runs a hand through his hair, a mix of exasperation and resignation.) "See? Always a critic. But the point is, boxes are cut. Progress. Now to assemble them." (RJ scans the workbench surface, puzzled.) "...Now, where did I put that spray glue?"
Glitch: "Huh? Me? Spray glue? I don't know! You told me not to touch it anymore! Not to pretend I'm Spider-Man anymore! So I'd never, ever use up all the glue! Never! Nope!"
Pandora: (Voice from monitor, a dry sigh) "Perhaps if someone kept better track of inventory supplies, we wouldn't have these sudden disappearances. Or these theatrical displays of innocence."
RJ: "Yeah, yeah. It's not a problem, it's a level-one side quest. For tomorrow. Probably involves a quick boss fight with the traffic."
RJ: (Looks around workshop, addresses audience) "So yeah, boxes are cut, but the glue's pulled a vanishing act. It's always something, isn't it? The never-ending, beautifully bizarre dance of creation and minor, maddening setbacks. But hey, that's just another Friday in the Freeky Geeky shop. May your own quests for adhesive be less... sticky, Eeeks."
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