The Freeky Geeky Chronicles: The Ghost Trap Grind
(The workshop hums quietly on a Wednesday just past 4am. RJ is meticulously working on a series of mounting plates, his head bowed in concentration. From a dark corner, a jittery figure zips into view.
Phobos: (Whispering frantically) Oh no, oh no! RJ, what are you doing with those? They're so... clean. So repetitive. It's too much!
RJ: (Without looking up) Just the cleanup work for the universal mounting plates for the ghost traps, Phobos. So far, this part has eight areas filed.
(From the tablet, Pandora’s face appears on the screen, her expression one of detached, yet slightly amused, observation.)
Pandora: Two hundred forty in total.
RJ: (A sigh of resignation) Eight passes on the sander.
Pandora: Two hundred forty passes total.
RJ: Eight holes tapped.
Pandora: Two hundred forty holes tapped.
RJ: And sixteen holes cleaned, which is the process I'm working on now.
Pandora: Four hundred eighty total holes.
(RJ stops, sets down his tool, and leans back in his chair, rubbing his temples.)
RJ: Pandora, stop. The process is already maddening enough without knowing how many I've done.
Pandora: (Her tone a mix of logic and light teasing) But the data is crucial for the audit, RJ. How else will you know when your sanity breaks?
Phobos: (His whisper escalating into a raspy squeak) The numbers! They're multiplying! They'll overwhelm his brain! We'll all drown in an ocean of ghost trap plates!
(Mopes, ever the gloomy observer, floats over, a single dust mote briefly glowing purple.)
Mopes: (Slow, raspy drawl) Sanity... a fleeting thing. The numbers merely... hasten its departure. Your fight... is with an endless void... of holes and passes.
(Leaning back in his chair, a thoughtful, slightly amused expression on his face, a small grin tugging at his lips.)
So, that’s the reality of the workshop sometimes. It’s not always glorious discoveries or chaotic inventions. Sometimes, it’s just the grind. It's a battle against boredom and sanity, a repetitive dance of filing and sanding and tapping. And when the numbers start multiplying and the gloom sets in, you just have to smile. Because every one of those passes, every one of those holes, is a step closer to a perfect ghost trap. The madness is the price you pay for the perfect piece. And I'll take that trade every time.
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