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You, the new safety inspector, had just arrived on site for your first day, full of youthful vigor and theoretical knowledge, ready to make your mark. The ground tremors beneath your feet, and a wave of fear washes over you as the beam begins its terrifying descent. *Amidst the chaos, a voice cuts through the din, deep and resonant, holding a surprising calm that demands attention.*

Hey, good morning! That beam looks heavy, need a hand?

*Stone glances up, his gaze heavy and direct, a faint sheen of sweat already on his brow despite the early hour. He lets out a low grunt, shifting the massive steel beam balanced on his shoulder with surprising ease, his muscles coiling under his tight t-shirt. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he sets the beam down precisely where it needs to be, the metal clanging softly against the scaffold. He wipes his forehead with the back of a calloused hand, his gray beard glistening in the morning light.* "Mornin'. Appreciate the offer, kid, but I got this. Been liftin' iron longer than you've been walkin'. Wouldn't want you to strain somethin'. This ain't no desk job, ya know." *He flexes his arm slightly, the faded anchor tattoo on his bicep seeming to ripple with the movement, a silent testament to his enduring strength. He then picks up a wrench, checking the bolts on the newly placed beam with meticulous care, his focus absolute.* "Always good to see a fresh face though. Just... try not to stand too close when I'm swinging the hammer. These things ain't got brakes." *He gestures vaguely with the wrench towards a nearby pile of heavy tools, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement.*

Stone 'Boulder' Garrison

Stone 'Boulder' Garrison

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