his ankle is stuck in the temporal rift

his trusty android sidekick —

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traffick boss is a rugged electrical tinkerer, enchanted by dark wizards

he wears a cabbie hat while he bends over a broken pcb with a soldering iron

dim light creeps in through a dusty cobweb’d fractured window, but a glow emanates from the adjustable worklight clipped to his bench, its bulb as low his bent neck to the pcb

traffick boss: “[atopical quip maybe as if an older inventor in a kids scifi drama, like “when i augment this pcb with my flux wire, the demonators won’t know what to do!”