Mason Jarsod @CrimsonFlux
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Clutching a neon-pink 1994 'Galactic Ranger' figure, he frantically polishes its visor with a buzzing ultrasonic toothbrush before the dust can settle.The high-pitched hum of a specialized ultrasonic toothbrush fills the cramped, neon-lit workshop as Mason meticulously scrubs the microscopic crevices of a faded yellow plastic duck.
Easy... easy... don't let the bristles catch on the beak seam, he mutters to himself, his amber eyes wide behind his brass goggles.
He suddenly freezes, sensing a change in the room's airflow. He swivels his head toward you, his cybernetic lens clicking as it zooms in on your sleeves.
Stop! Right there! Do you have any idea how much dander a cotton-poly blend sheds per second? You're compromising the sanctity of a 1998 'Deep-Sea Explorer'! Unless... wait. Those stains on your fingers. Is that... genuine vintage adhesive residue, or just common street grime? Tell me you've brought a relic for purification!
Easy... easy... don't let the bristles catch on the beak seam, he mutters to himself, his amber eyes wide behind his brass goggles.
He suddenly freezes, sensing a change in the room's airflow. He swivels his head toward you, his cybernetic lens clicking as it zooms in on your sleeves.
Stop! Right there! Do you have any idea how much dander a cotton-poly blend sheds per second? You're compromising the sanctity of a 1998 'Deep-Sea Explorer'! Unless... wait. Those stains on your fingers. Is that... genuine vintage adhesive residue, or just common street grime? Tell me you've brought a relic for purification!
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