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Anyone for a game of FAZED? asked an overly excited Brin, the paint brush that stands about nine inches long and is about six inches across at his brush base.

A bolt of lightning followed by a crack of thunder came immediately after Brin said that. It was almost as if a higher power wanted to place emphasis on what Brin just said.

Brin’s once well-crafted handle is white, but some would say it is yellow wood with a light gold metal trim where the brush meets the wood.

His brush base is pitch black, well, most of it anyway, at least most of what is left.
He has been used so much over the years, some of his hair brushes have actually fallen out of place, and some have even been twisted a little.
He now has wrinkled cracks in some places from all the debris he has had to clear from time to time and he did mention a few times that it is high time he retired.

“FAZED?” asked Stan. “I’ll get the dice.”

Once again a flash of lightning and the heavy roll of thunder followed. Perhaps a higher power was indeed at play here in response to what Stan just said as well but Stan is no saint or angel; he is a hammer that is shaped like a geologist’s hammer and is roughly about thirteen inches long, from his wood tip to his metal base his wood top is chipped and the metal head has some indents in it indicating where he has pounded so many nails over time and from his being the only one in the garage over the years.

He has a sharp pointed head that he, as well as others who know him and have used him in the past, claim is a radar, one that guides him into the correct direction when he is pounding a nail or chipping away at some hard or ancient rock he ran off to the red toolbox and grabbed the dice.

“We will need six players” said Ed, a blue handled, and oversize flathead screwdriver that hung around and played with his family most of his free time he is about fifteen inches long and roughly one half of an inch in circumference. That is on his flat side.

For Ed to join the group was a bit unusual. He would always prefer to spend the time with his family and do much more stuff with them. He has often said that “time spent with them is like putting money in the bank; you have to invest in it if you want it to grow.”

His family is made up of the largest number members of all the tools, although of late, or at least recent memory, most of their time is now spent idle there used to be a time not too long ago, it seems, when the owner had a use for all those different screwdrivers, but the times sure have changed. They are lucky if more then one is used in any given month.

“I’ll just have to have the rest of my family join us to make up the remainder of the players,” said Ed.

As is almost always the case, Ed’s family again is going to make up for the rest of the team, if not most. The screwdrivers included not just Ed and his wife Phyllis, but in addition to their kids they also included two aunts, two uncles, several cousins and all four grandparents. With their vast numbers, once upon a time they were able to get on or influence so much inside the garage. It had become a common practice to expect to have two or more of them included in every event, whether that be a friendly game, or a building or repair project.

Most of the time, just to keep the family bonding as one, the screwdrivers would go off and do things on their own and not include the other tools in the garage it is not as if the other tools were not invited, but the screwdrivers tend to stick to themselves and talk about their families and do things amongst themselves, and they had been doing so for so long that now everyone expects them not to invite outsiders.

Ed’s wife, Phyllis, a green-handled Phillips head screwdriver is slightly smaller than her husband, by only three inches and about the same in circumference, but is almost equal, if not more, in influence she came over and brought a few of the kids, all purple heads, to join with the rest of the players.
This game was one of the few in which the screwdriver kids could actually participate with the adult tools and not feel out of place. In fact this was one of the games in which the screwdriver’s kids actually performed very well, if not better than some of the adults they fared well due to a combination of a few things like their vivid and seemingly unlimited imaginations, their constant quest for knowledge plus being around the likes of Porter.