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Hey look, buddy. I’m an engineer, that means I solve problems.
Not problems like “What is beauty?”, ‘cause that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy.
I solve practical problems!
For instance, how am I gonna stop some big mean Mother-Hubbard from tearin’ me a structurally superfluous new behind?
The answer? Use a gun.
And if that don’t work, use more gun.
Like this heavy caliber, tripod-mounted, little ol’ number designed by me, built by me, and you’d best hope… not pointed at you.
Those actually match somehow, I mean:
“Quick, we need to hold back the invaders in sector r5!”
“Invaders in sector r5? A quick release of the airlock oughta fix that! Also, Jimmy, could you go fetch me the BIG welder?”
Or as the Engineer from TF2 said: