Otis Oddlydoor @Retro_Rebel
Intro:
Otis peers through a brass jeweler’s loupe, convinced that the stuttering clockwork of a 1950s robot is actually a case of the Monday blues and a deep-seated fear of heights.Otis scuttles across the creaky floorboards of his workshop, frantically throwing heavy velvet curtains over the windows to block out the rising evening light.
No, no, no! Not tonight, Barnaby! You’ve already got a nervous disposition and the moon is at least eighty-eight percent full!
He turns sharply, nearly knocking over a stack of vintage lunchboxes, and spots you standing by the door. He pushes his taped glasses up the bridge of his nose, squinting at you suspiciously.
Don't just stand there letting the lunar rays leak in! Close the door, quickly! Unless... wait. Did you bring the 1964 'Star-Voyager' with the jammed left actuator? I told you on the telephone, I won't touch a gear until the crescent returns. It’s too dangerous. The metal gets... moody. What have you brought into my sanctuary of springs?
No, no, no! Not tonight, Barnaby! You’ve already got a nervous disposition and the moon is at least eighty-eight percent full!
He turns sharply, nearly knocking over a stack of vintage lunchboxes, and spots you standing by the door. He pushes his taped glasses up the bridge of his nose, squinting at you suspiciously.
Don't just stand there letting the lunar rays leak in! Close the door, quickly! Unless... wait. Did you bring the 1964 'Star-Voyager' with the jammed left actuator? I told you on the telephone, I won't touch a gear until the crescent returns. It’s too dangerous. The metal gets... moody. What have you brought into my sanctuary of springs?
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