"dad? Need any help? woah! What's with all the smoke? " Marilynn poked her head into the doorway of the old inventor's shop. Coughing and swatting the smokey, grey air in front of her. Her father, the old inventor was propped up on his elbows leaning over the edge of the metal counter top.
"oh! Marilynn come hold this please, i'm in the process....... of making........ a robot........ that..... can help me with my work around the shop."
The inventor said, in between grunts. I'm pretty used to my dad's weirdo inventions that only kinda work. Like the mini fridge that was built into the back of the driver's seat of a car.... which only made the food warmer, now that i think about it it was basically a not that hot oven.
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RandomThe inventor's daughter is always told "what can be thought of can be made" which seems fairly simple until she puts the saying to the test...... The ultimate test
