The File
Somewhere in the guts of the Drip Factory is a gear that started turning before anyone can remember and never stopped. That's Sprocket. The purple XX smiley stamped on the main flywheel isn't decoration — it's a face, and it's watching the production line with the fondness of a grandparent who could crush a car. When the machines jam, the crew doesn't call a mechanic. They leave snacks.
