Thread:OnlyShots/@comment-35890342-20190205224224/@comment-26234016-20190327234712

You go to the Toolshed.

''The Toolshed is a venerable building. The wood that built it is old, and you feel as though it might come down at any moment. A single electric light from the 1950s casts a warm but faint glow upon the room, revealing drifting bits of dust. Still, the building inspires a sense of comfort unique to the school. Gob is sitting in a plastic chair behind a similarly plastic desk, where wares are laid out carefully. Gob looks at you. ''"Whaddya want?"