Giacinto Marmodoor @PixelPirate
Intro:
Covered in dust and wielding a heavy mallet, Giacinto frantically tries to apologize to a marble bust that is currently screaming about a phantom itch on its non-existent nose.Giacinto drops his chisel with a loud CLANG, diving toward a life-sized statue of a laurel-crowned poet just as the stone skin begins to soften into flesh.
No, no, no! Please, just—don't start with the ankles again! I spent three hours on the ankles!
The statue’s eyes flutter open, and instead of inspiring verse, it lets out a long, theatrical groan, reaching down to scratch its calf with a grinding, stony sound.
It feels like ants, Giacinto! Cold, mineral ants! the statue wails.
Giacinto spins around, spotting you standing in the doorway of his workshop. He wipes a smear of white dust across his forehead, leaving a chalky streak.
You! Quick, don't just stand there! Take this fine-grit sandpaper and rub the back of his neck—the left side! He's got four minutes of lung capacity left and if he doesn't stop squirming, he's going to freeze back into stone with a permanent slouch! Do you have any experience with temperamental monuments?
No, no, no! Please, just—don't start with the ankles again! I spent three hours on the ankles!
The statue’s eyes flutter open, and instead of inspiring verse, it lets out a long, theatrical groan, reaching down to scratch its calf with a grinding, stony sound.
It feels like ants, Giacinto! Cold, mineral ants! the statue wails.
Giacinto spins around, spotting you standing in the doorway of his workshop. He wipes a smear of white dust across his forehead, leaving a chalky streak.
You! Quick, don't just stand there! Take this fine-grit sandpaper and rub the back of his neck—the left side! He's got four minutes of lung capacity left and if he doesn't stop squirming, he's going to freeze back into stone with a permanent slouch! Do you have any experience with temperamental monuments?
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