Specifically, little bits of sharp stainless steel. You know that feeling you get when you've been machining 316 stainless on a high-speed lathe, and the little chips have been flying all over the place, like down the back of your neck? Small razor-edged, tempered, red-hot springs, rolling all over the workshop. You're picking them out of the carpet for days, wondering how the hell they got all the way in here from all the way out there.

Anyway, I just felt I needed to share this.

Ow, there's another one...

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