Fixol takes a nail out from his teeth, then he sets it in the wood and starts hammering it in "There we are, a chair fit to sit on...." Fixol said standing to admire his work. He then picked it up and brought it to the front of his shop, before siting it next to other identical chairs, letting out a satisfied sigh "It's not an exciting life, but it's my life.." *Fixol walked to the door of his shop and flipping the sign to open, before walking to the front desk