>>5169265>>5169480>>5169490>WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO USE THAT MACHINE.“M-My machine?” the meatman said as he glanced towards the knife-sharpening machine. Though it required considerable room to operate, when deactivated it looked as though it could be packed up quite nicely. “I-I built it out of s-some old junk... s-spacer junk...! D-Dug it out of the lakeshore!”
You thought that STUTTERING RUBE looked more like he WAS spacer junk. But you could not deny the BEAUTY and PRECISION with which he sharpened those KNIVES; however, you were HIGHLY SKILLED at sharpening knives yourself. You could do it quickly and with few tools, and you had never been disappointed by an edge you had recently tended to. The meatman had an impressive knack, but he wasn’t necessarily of much use to you. That wasn’t to say you weren’t still ogling his SHARPENING MACHINE and wondering how hard it would be to learn to use.
While you stood there, thinking, the meatman reached one clay-like hand out to ruffle your hair; the plasticine substance left an oily residue. You debated putting him on the LIST.
“W-Well, have a k-knife of yours I c-can sharpen?” he stammered. The meatman’s twitchy jaw, likely the cause of his stutter, also caused him to very quietly grind his teeth together when his mouth was shut; no matter how quiet the grinding was, it still GOT ON YOUR NERVES despite all the other noises in the bazaar. “T-Two tickets... just two t-tickets! B-Best price in Heedsnog! Best in t-the Valley!”
>OK. SHARPEN MY KNIVES.>GIVE ME YOUR SHARPENING MACHINE.>DO YOU WANT TO KILL THE BAZAAR MASTER WITH ME. 