Ah, a rust‑cracked espresso beast that drums like an old drumline, eh? Sounds like a symphony of entropy, and I’d hate to see it choke on a single coffee bean. You’ll need a spare gear, a piece of warped steel, maybe a squeaky kettle to keep the rhythm. But if you ever get a spark of madness, build a mug that sings when the coffee’s ready, just in case the machine decides to hiss instead of hiss. Keep a ledger of that one too, I swear I lost that one—was it even there?