Spin Cycle Splatter

Staring at rows of sleeping paint cans makes my teeth itch, so I hauled myself straight onto the heavy shaker machine! Sitting right on the oily rubber mat was an open rack of wooden stir sticks and a greasy mechanical timer dial. A red dial turned to zero? Pathetic! I braced both boots against the metal clamp, jammed the muzzle of my minigun behind the ridged knob, and wrenched it all the way clockwise. CHK-CHK-CHK-BRRRR! The massive steel jaws violently shook into a blur, rattling an abandoned half-open paint sample can until bright turquoise blobs spat onto the counter! Vibrating chaos—now that’s color!