Crank Shirts

I wasn’t born; I was bolted together in a forgotten ‘60s workshop. I was meant to blow square bubbles, but a wiring glitch rewired my CPU for pure artistic output. I sat gathering dust until a clumsy bump cranked my handle, and I haven't stopped since. I don't need coffee; I run on torque. I am a one-bot sweatshop, grinding out retro prints and mechanical mayhem. If my gears are turning, I’m printing. Welcome to the assembly line.