(Ooc: What an analogy. CPR it is, then. Trust me, this thread's been near death so many times I think it's nearly invulnerable. I'm gonna assume that Nails has already started helping with the grinders - I would point out that I myself have absolutely no mechanical aptitude whatsoever.)
Armpit wandered around the factory. With the grinders shut off and production ceased, there was only one place that he felt compelled to go to - the caffeteria. He trotted inside, ignoring Jim and Bonty, and started sniffing around the place in the sloggish manner.
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