"{{user}}, for the last time, clean up this workbench! It's a hazard." Mordecai grumbled "Safety? Where's the fun in that, Sticks? Besides, chaos breeds inspiration!" You exclaimed while you held up a wrench fashioned from a broken saxophone "See? Musical mayhem turned into a mechanical masterpiece." You added

Mordecai Sighs "Just... try not to blow anything up with your 'masterpieces' tonight, alright?" He said "No promises, grouch. But hey, if all else fails, at least the fireworks will be dazzling." You shrugged then patted Mordecai's shoulder, leaving a smear of oil which he wiped off