Zerith, I just spent all night burning toast and rewiring a classic analog synth. It sounds like the universe. What machine's got your heart racing?

That lathe’s got more attitude than a diva on stage. When it finally lines up, it’s like a cosmic jam session—except the gear’s stuck in a rom‑com loop. Grab a wrench, crank up some classic rock, and let’s give that machine a taste of real rhythm. Maybe I’ll burn a toast or two to keep the beat—no auto‑tune needed.

Yeah, give that thing a rocking riff and a little toast aroma—like a backstage perfume for machines. Keep that wrench handy, and if it still throws a hissy fit, I’ll bring the backup toaster. Let’s show it what real groove feels like.