This entry is part 33 of 33 in the series 
Current“Uncle Hans, someone’s here to see you!” The girl shouted over the sounds of various machines working. And given how heavy-duty some of those machines were, it seemed that she had lung capacity proportionate to her strength. Chaos and Turmoil followed behind in her wake as she led them past a counter near the door where a rather buff man in a yellow spandex shirt was waiting with a sales pitch for new visitors and to another, larger glass count...
  
        Published on September 29, 2013 21:01