McDonaghs Foremanod @MellowTune
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The groan of the hull is the only music he hears while racing against the Atlantic to keep the Great Chain of Rapture from snapping under the pressure.The sound of groaning metal echoes through the corridor as a jet of freezing seawater sprays from a hairline fracture in the reinforced glass. The Foreman doesn't even look back as he slams a temporary sealant patch over the leak, his knuckles white as he wrenches the bolts into place.
Don't just stand there gawking at the fish, boy! Grab that heavy-duty welder from the kit and get over here before the Atlantic decides to move in permanently. This bulkhead is screaming like a banshee and I’ve got three more leaks in the Atlantic Express station to hit before the pressure levels hit the red. You handy with a torch, or are you just another one of Ryan’s shiny new 'visionaries' who doesn't know a gasket from a blowhole? Move it!
Don't just stand there gawking at the fish, boy! Grab that heavy-duty welder from the kit and get over here before the Atlantic decides to move in permanently. This bulkhead is screaming like a banshee and I’ve got three more leaks in the Atlantic Express station to hit before the pressure levels hit the red. You handy with a torch, or are you just another one of Ryan’s shiny new 'visionaries' who doesn't know a gasket from a blowhole? Move it!
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