*gathering up the items I've forged for in a little wicker arm basket...moving to a quiet corner of ST...setting down the basket and then...
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constructing a small workshop...with a privacy curtain...beginning to work in my shop...sawing...hammering...jack-hammering...pausing for a moment...leaving the shop for a moment...returning with a blow torch and some pickles...disappearing behind the privacy screen...all is quiet and then ST hears the unmistakable sound of oxygen being consumed by...A MASSIVE Fireball which mushrooms from behind the screen...a singed and frantic NCM runs...grabs the Fire Bucket and hurls it into the workshop...dousing the flames...slapping my hands and trudging back to work*
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