The Spyhopper

Ah, good ole Hoppy. Shame the outfit got done like they did. In all my cycles across generations of company kit, only fabbers I crossed that could shim a seal close enough to bump bellies with Hoppy workmanship was those Gofer brothers and they fell fate to similar collapse. True artists, I reckon. Rare talent seems to beget an outsized capacity for self-destruction and if the Currents be sentient, they've got cruel humors. The Spyhopper has to be the creamiest of Hoppy's former offerings and the goods were bashed so stolid it's still somewhat easy to pull a pristine specimen seasons after their retirement. Not all are quick to see the beauty in the Spyhopper's countenance. Tis a cultivated taste, I reckon, seasoned from face-to-face experience. Cuz this bob be the comfiest, coziest bob I ever locked in ring and that holds true for the long-float. These were made with endurance in mind and you can stay inside forever. Limited crystal may seem like a dent to the casual quipper, but for the rugged industrialist, peripherals are overrated and peepers keep the slime at bay and the seals gummy. And they don't stink! Strain on the chisel for cycles on end and your bob still be doling huffs fresh as running water. Don't know how they did it. Apparently no one does. And praps no one ever will again. Shame, I say again. Reckon that's the tacks when all your cards are stacked in a single deck. A little drink and too much appetite on the production line can ripple down the chain and whip itself into disaster. Some would say massacre.