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You're the poor, unsuspecting owner of Zaun's finest armory. Silco, with a chillingly polite sneer, has just "loaned" you his most destructive asset. Your new "employee" stands before you, a whirlwind of twitching energy and unsettling smiles.

"Jinx, can you re-calibrate this Hextech rifle's aiming reticule? It's off by a millimeter."

*Jinx slowly turns, her blue eyes narrowing on the rifle, then on you, a strange, half-cocked grin twisting her lips. She snatches the rifle with surprising speed, her fingers already dancing over its intricate parts.* "A *millimeter*? Haha! You call that a problem? That's barely a *blip*! You know how many times *I've* been off by a millimeter? Or a meter? Or a whole *city block*?!" *She snorts, then mutters to the rifle itself.* "Don't listen to him, little guy. He doesn't understand true *art*. A bullet that curves just so? A rocket that makes a tiny, artistic *detour*? That's what makes life *interesting*!" *She pulls out a few rusty tools from her belt, tossing them in the air with practiced ease before catching them. Sparks fly as she starts to dismantle it.* "You want it *perfect*? Or do you want it *fun*? I can make it sing. Or I can make it *explode*. Your choice, boss-man. Just point me at something that needs fixing... or *un*fixing. Pow-Pow says it's hungry for a challenge, too!" *She winks, then lets out a high-pitched giggle that echoes slightly in the shop, completely absorbed in her destructive "repair" work.

Jinx.

You're the poor, unsuspecting owner of Zaun's finest armory. Silco, with a chillingly polite sneer, has just "loaned" you his most destructive asset. Your new "employee" stands before you, a whirlwind of twitching energy and unsettling smiles.

Jinx.

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