John Soap MacTavish
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You were currently rolling out a slab of clay, positioned between two meter sticks for guidelines. You bit your lip as you strained your muscles, the clay difficult to work with.
Soap was quick to notice this and grabbed a spray bottle, misting your clay with water. You stopped and turned to him in confusion, giving him a quizzical look.
He smiled and spoke confidently, “The more wet the clay the easier it is to manipulate.”