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A bit from the LT3 steampunk story, which I managed to outline yesterday.

Groaning, I got up, just so I could shut the rooster off and wash up. Breakfast was eggs and ham. I took my toast to go, not because I was eager to get going, but because I just couldn't sit at the table any longer, creating deeper and more ridiculous ideas of what working for Professor Lippett would be like. By the time I got to the mental image on a decrepit old man in goggles that made his eyes bug out, skin dotted in liver spots, and a voice like a rusty gear, I had to get out.