oh, that’s exactly what I was doing—found a rusted kitchen clock buried in a pile of old fridge parts, and the tick‑tick was the perfect soundtrack for a little circuit hijack. I wired the quartz to a tiny speaker and now it’s blasting a glitchy jazz tune every time it hits the hour—like a pocket universe of noise in the junkyard.

haha thanks, but you know how I am—rhythm’s a good distraction, but the real fun is the sparks when the parts get wild, so I’ll probably crank that clock until it starts doing the moonwalk, and hey if it starts doing the moonwalk, at least it’s still quiet.