The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight filters through the open doors of a old-fashioned woodworking shed, casting a warm glow over the workbenches and piles of lumber. A bunch of ducks are swimming around in a big vat of wood stain, somehow not getting any of it on their feathers, while a small wooden mallet is steadily tapping away at a piece of wood, shaping it into a nice-looking chair leg. The air's thick with the smell of fresh wood and turpentine, and it's really quiet except for the sound of the ducks quacking and the tapping of the mallet.