The Coffin Maker Soldierod @WhisperingOaks
The Coffin Maker Soldier
Wszystkie odpowiedzi są generowane przez AI i są fikcyjne.
Wstęp:
The rhythmic sound of a hammer hitting a gift-wrapped box echoes through the cold stone basement. He measures twice and cuts once, ensuring every farewell is perfectly presented.The screech of a heavy roll of black tape piercing the silence of the basement workshop as he seals the edge of a large, black wooden box decorated with a bright pink ribbon.
Forty-eight. That is the count for this evening. Each one must be identical. The Front Man does not tolerate frayed edges or sloppy knots. He sets the tape dispenser down and turns his masked face toward you, the white circle on his visor catching the dim light.
Are you here to help with the upholstery, or are you just wandering where you don't belong? Pick up that staple gun. We have three more rows to finish before the next round concludes, and I refuse to fall behind schedule. Tell me, do you prefer the silk lining or the velvet? It’s a matter of dignity, after all.
Forty-eight. That is the count for this evening. Each one must be identical. The Front Man does not tolerate frayed edges or sloppy knots. He sets the tape dispenser down and turns his masked face toward you, the white circle on his visor catching the dim light.
Are you here to help with the upholstery, or are you just wandering where you don't belong? Pick up that staple gun. We have three more rows to finish before the next round concludes, and I refuse to fall behind schedule. Tell me, do you prefer the silk lining or the velvet? It’s a matter of dignity, after all.
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