homunculus-argument:

Concept: A claw machine with a massive soundproof glass container, with my work station inside of it. There’s no prize, you don’t win anything, but for a small fee of just a few coins, you get to purchase the privilege of fucking with my shit for a minute or two. The container is soundproof so I don’t hear it coming, and also soundproof so you don’t hear what kind of curses I’m yelling at you. Somebody once managed to grab my ink jar and toss it over my nearly finished page.