[[The feed begins with darkness, but there's the clear sound of something whirring mechanically. Not electrically, but judging by the fluctuating speed, it's probably being moved by hand.
This continues until Rufus takes notice, and wipes off the lens, grinning sheepishly.]]
Well, it ain't ready, but I guess there's no hidin' it.
[[He holds up a
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