Sometimes I get recruited into doing things without my consent. I walked into work one day and my mother pulls me aside with Vincent to tell me that I'm going to learn how to sharpen knives. (Note the words "tell me" not "ask me.")
So... I have started to sharpen knives.
This is my little station now. (The green liquid is anti-rust chemicals.)
My training sessions consists of Vincent crushing the edge and polishing it, then me sharpening it and trying to avoid scratching the surface. Sometimes he crushes the edge to a point where it takes me 30 minutes to even get a slight burr on it... Maybe this is revenge for something I did.
Myself. "... no burr..."
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