Like the autumn wind,
a sandstorm is upon us
Repair ALL THE THINGS
The tools of the trade:
Spanner. Mallet. Wrench. Hammer.
Is that Cake? Chemspray.
The light of the sun
Rises from the lower decks
Three flamethrowers? Ouch.
"The hull!" "I'm on it!"
Wood splinters and scrap metal
Needed one more hit.
(I miss you guys.)
((And then I notice my levels are 5-7-5. Like a haiku.))