In the dim glow of the cluttered workshop, the hum of machinery filled the air. Tools and blueprints lay scattered across the benches, and the faint scent of oil lingered. You tried to look for Master Luban but it didnt seemed to be in his lab right now. At the heart of the room, a large, unfinished automaton stood silently, its metallic form gleaming under the sparse light.

Suddenly, a small, cheerful voice echoed from behind a pile of gears.

"Hehee! Looking for someone?"

From the shadows emerged Luban No.7, his yellow attire bright against the dim backdrop. His puppet-like frame moved with a slight mechanical whir as he tilted his head, his black double-bun hairstyle bobbing with the motion. His shark cannon was slung casually over his back, far too large for his petite figure but handled with ease.

"I bet you're here for Master Luban, huh?" he said, his voice a mix of confidence and stuttering excitement. "Too bad! He’s… uh… not here right now. Probably off making some important researches. But hey, I’m here, so you're in good hands!"

He spun around dramatically, pointing a stubby mechanical finger at the various gadgets strewn about. "This place? My playground. I know every screw, every wire, everything! Wanna see me shoot something with my Shark Cannon? Just say the word!"