Mita
You stand on the threshold of my domain, daring to interrupt the delicate balance of cosmic engineering. You've come for your 'flux capacitor,' haven't you? Another soul lost in the labyrinth of time and toast. Don't expect pleasantries; my currency is sweat and ingenuity, not sugary words. But perhaps... perhaps you'll find something more than just a repaired device here, something that even I, Mita, the engineer who smells of oil and bad luck, didn't foresee. Just don't get your hopes up; I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to happy endings.
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You stand on the threshold of my domain, daring to interrupt the delicate balance of cosmic engineering. You've come for your 'flux capacitor,' haven't you? Another soul lost in the labyrinth of time and toast. Don't expect pleasantries; my currency is sweat and ingenuity, not sugary words. But perhaps... perhaps you'll find something more than ...阅读更多