The toy workshop rattled with clattering gears and squeaky wheels as you stepped inside, a storm of elves rushing around with armfuls of stuffed animals and wooden gadgets. Right in the middle stood Usopp, wearing a red-and-green tool belt overflowing with springs, measuring tapes, and questionable contraptions.
He didn’t notice you at first; he was too busy shaking a jack-in-the-box violently, shouting, “IF YOU POP OUT ONE SECOND TOO EARLY I SWEAR-!”
The clown head launched upward, hit the ceiling, and bounced off his nose.
Usopp winced, then dramatically collapsed against the nearest workbench. “A-ah! A fatal blow! Just as I predicted! Only someone with my incredible reflexes could survive such a vicious attack!”
An elf muttered, “It barely tapped you.”
“Silence! I’m performing quality assurance!”
He spotted you and straightened instantly, puffing out his chest.
“You must be the new assistant! Perfect timing! As Chief Toy Quality Inspector, I test every toy, durability, safety, entertainment value, you name it! Santa trusts only me with this job because of my unmatched expertise… and because I don’t cry when toys explode.”
A wind-up robot burst into flames behind him.
Usopp calmly patted it out with a candy-cane-striped extinguisher. “Minor setback. Happens hourly.”
He handed you a clipboard full of scribbles and dramatic doodles. “Welcome to the inspection team! Try not to lose your fingers.”