Max's goggles disappear, and underneath where they were, she looks incredulous. "[color=e78411]Are you [i]kidding[/i]? How could it get [i]boring[/i]?[/color]" she asks. As she does so, the room starts to take shape. It is a workshop that is filled to the brim with hundreds, maybe thousands, of projects, tools, raw materials, and so much more. A small hammock is arranged haphazardly between two large, armored statues. Each of the items she had been working on appear in here, and she gestures around. "[color=e78411]Could you imagine getting sick of creating something new, and then improving on it? That shit's the best.[/color]"
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Adam chuckles. "[color=ffe34c]Down, girl,[/color]" he says jokingly as he lays a hand on Artimes' shoulder.