Bucket- Stringed Shite Sorter

The Comparison Room was much taller than it was long or wide. File cabinets shaped like bricks lined the walls in rows, the columns reaching eighty stories in height before reaching the ceiling. Some of the cabinet bricks were open, most closed, a continuous beat of soft echoed slams representing the ones in transition.

In the center of the floor there was a hole. Thick white strings, too numerous and fast moving for Keerthi to count, came out of the hole and opened the cabinets to take what they needed before shutting them again.
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"Baby! Do not cry into my ears. As I was saying! I could not ignore one-sixth of the market, so I knew I had to begin producing terrible candies on purpose. It was impossible... I am too good at candy engineering! Whenever I tried to make something revolting, I always ended up creating scrumptious sweets instead. I was cursed!"

"This room helps you make bad candy?" asked Tide.

"Yes! Filed away is every awful ingredient in the world, from shellac to cellophane. In the hole is the Stringed Shite Sorter, a monster I created. She is only strings and a nose, and she has a sense for the worst that has ever been or will ever be! She smells all the ingredients and brings them into her hole, where she lives, and mixes and cooks and packages them up for consumption. She makes the comparisons between good and bad! She is worth all the VIPs put together!"

One string came out of the hole and wrapped itself around the right foot of Lim's Taranturoo.

"No," said Lim. He turned one of his claws into an electrical saw and cut himself free. Another three came to replace it. "Tell them to stop."

"The Stringed Shite Sorter only sorts shite! Lim! The Taranturoo is not awful, but it must be hiding a secret if it is being sorted! What have you been doing with it?"
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"Baby! You must cease with that racket! The Stringed Shit Sorter can hear all of it, even if it is only inside your machine! She has excellent ears! You will not be able to escape her strings! Chopin has never made a meaningful contribution to music! Never, ever! You must accept this!"

- Chapter 16, The Disease Room