Sparky Repairs, Monday Afternoon.

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After a week of cleaing up and inventory, John was ready to open Sparky Repairs to the public once more.

The register and the three dingbots seemed to be the only thing left from Agatha, and they moped around the shop. Well, the register didn't move much, and Emo!bot and Goth!bot were too depressed to move much.

John blew a layer of dust off the "Help Wanted" sign and placed it in the window.

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John set up the answering machine.

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"Hello, you've reached Sparky Repairs. We are not available to answer the phone, but if you can leave a detailed message including your name and project, we'll get back to you as soon as we can. Thanks."
*beeeeeeep*

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Teddy enters the store and waves awkwardly.

"I saw your 'Help Wanted' sign, um, is it for a cashier or just for people who can fix things?"

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John waved back, ignoring the rather loud *CLANG* behind him.

"A bit of both, really. The register," who waved, "can kinda take care of itself, but a friendly face'd do better. You're a fixer?"

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"I can fix simple things, but nothing too crazy."

Teddy looked around, feeling very out of place suddenly.

"I don't really have much experience though."

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"Well, show me whatcha got." He tossed the student a multitool and gestured to a broken toster. "That's your job application. More tools are on the counter,if you need 'em."

John turned back to what he was working on, which was an articulated brass butterfly.

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Teddy opens the toaster up and starts poking around inside it, thankful to be given a simple job. He never though that his mom's refusal to get a repairman would help him get a job someday.

He removes a couple of fried circuits and hunts around the shop for something to replace them with.

Handwavey Ten minutes later...

"Okay, that should do it."

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"Okay. Here's the test." John goes up the stairs and returns a moment later with a loaf of bread. "You get five tries to work the settings. If the fifth is still charcoal or not toasted, then we shake hands and part ways. If, however, you make me toast, you're hired and we discuss schedules.

John puts the first piece of bread into the toaster.

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Teddy fidgeted nervously as he waited to see how the first piece of toast would turn out.

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The toaster popped up the toast.

And boy, did it pop. Up to the ceiling, where it flipped and came down behind the counter, charred.

"Well, that's impressive. I didn't realise the spring setting was still set to 'lead' on it."

John loads in the next piece and lets the new guy do the honors, including fiddling with dials and sliders and what have you.

(this one's all you)

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Teddy took the toaster apart again and replaced the spring with one that was less... enthusiastic.

He bit his lip and tried another piece of toast. He stood and watched the toaster, waiting for it to pop.

And waited. And waited.

He finally turned it upside-down and dropped the toast out. It was done to the right setting but wouldn't pop out on its own.

Damn toast. Mocking him.

ooc: sorry it took so long to respond, work is getting hectic

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JOhn laughed a bit. "It's better than the charcoal ejecter. Give it another shot."

No prob. By the way, do you want the job or just want to be tortured by John and toasting machinery? :D