--I was soddering something, and Paul and I turned to face each other at the same moment, and I stabbed him in the hand with the iron. Prophetically, we had dubbed the iron 'the cauterizing iron' just days before. It only burnt about the flat end of a stick pen's worth of area of his skin, and it wasn't deep, but that sizzle sounded nasty.
--Jay, the freshman on our team, likes to throw tools. It's not too bad when it's closed wire strippers or all-in-one crimpers or even bolts, but he's tried, more than once, to toss me a screwdriver. I've had many close encounters, and after two days with him, I decided just to let them fall before trying to grab them. (He's in line for some disciplining using the pneumatics-tubing whip.
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