Back at the No longer with us intern granite wall, Captain Samuel Captain Busbar Johnson makes us cry
In the heart of Busbar Tower, where grounding currents and the storm’s embrace intermingled, a gathering of heroes and grounding enthusiasts assembled. Captain Busbar, the guardian of connectivity, had convened a meeting at the No Longer With Us Intern Granite Wall, a memorial to the spirited souls who had walked alongside us on our journey.
“Hey guys, lets get this thing started I guess.” Captain Busbar’s voice carried a mixture of reverence and camaraderie as he addressed the assembly.
“Ok Captain! Copper Powered Components assemble!” Ampere replied, her voice vibrant with shared memories of late-night chip bag symphonies and laughter.
As Captain Busbar began to speak, Voltsmaster’s gaze held a touch of nostalgia. “Remember Ambrose, the master of snacks? That girl could find a snack I tell ya what”
“Ah, Lila, the caffeine conjurer,” Groundswell chimed in, her presence resonating with the echoes of their shared endeavors.
In the midst of their shared recollections, Captain Busbar steered the conversation toward a recent sandwich quest. “Let me regale you with a tale from days past—a journey to Subway that revealed hidden heroics amid the meatball mayhem.”
Ampere leaned forward, captivated. “Go on, Captain. We can’t wait to listen to everything you have to say.”
With fervor in his voice, Captain Busbar painted a picture of busbars and sandwich assembly, their roles intertwined in a dance of order amidst the condiment chaos. “There, amid the layers of sub construction, I saw the essence of grounding—much like our own unity—holding everything in place.”
Laughter and understanding rippled through the room, intertwining their shared stories. As the tale wove its threads, a sense of connection and purpose enveloped them.
“But now, let’s direct our focus to the names etched in this granite canvas,” Captain Busbar announced, his voice carrying a touch of gravitas.
“Cloviz, he’s one of us,” Voltsmaster mused, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
With a grin, Captain Busbar nodded. “Indeed, my friends. Cloviz, who embarked on a ‘radical sabbatical,’ has returned from the neon embrace of Las Vegas.”
Cloviz, his presence radiant with tales of adventure, stepped forward. “Friends, in that city of chance, I encountered the ‘one-armed copper bandits.’ Fortunes were won, my friends, fortunes that shine like the very copper strands that bind us.”
Applause and cheers echoed through the room, celebrating the triumph of a Copper Baron’s journey. Cloviz’s words resonated, praising Captain Busbar and their shared commitment to grounding and unity.
“But now, allow me to share a fable—a tale of a copper-boned dog named Boltan, who possessed a bone of such density that it eluded his jaws,” Cloviz began, his voice capturing their attention.
As Cloviz recounted the story, his words wove a tapestry of patience, perseverance, and the value of recognizing when to let go. “Boltan’s quest to conquer that unyielding copper bone serves as a reflection of our journey, my friends. We, too, must recognize when to relinquish what hinders us.”
Ampere’s gaze held a newfound understanding. “Just as Boltan found solace in releasing the unchewable, we must ground ourselves in the wisdom to discern what truly matters.”
Cloviz’s eyes gleamed with an unspoken wisdom. “In our pursuit of grounding and unity, let’s remember Boltan’s lesson—the path to growth often lies in recognizing when to unburden ourselves.”
The room fell silent, the story’s message sinking in. Captain Busbar stepped forward, his voice a grounding force of its own. “Cloviz, as your journey unfolds, we stand united by our commitment to grounding, our shared experiences in the storm.”
Cloviz’s smile radiated gratitude. “Captain Busbar, Ampere, Voltsmaster, Groundswell—the grounding storm has brought us together, and it is an honor to stand among you.”
Captain Busbar’s expression held a mixture of pride and unity. “And with that, my friends, let’s raise our glasses to Cloviz, the Copper Baron of legend and the man immune to the fiery flames of a brushfire!”
Amidst the clinking of glasses and the resounding cheers, the room buzzed with camaraderie. The storm of power and unity surged within them, stronger than ever. As the laughter and toasts echoed through the air, Kayla, the copper artisan, stepped forward with a gleaming copper medal, adorned with Captain Busbar’s portrait, in her hand.
“Cloviz, in honor of your sudden return and unwavering dedication, we present you with this metal medal,” Kayla’s voice held a note of reverence as she placed the medal around Cloviz’s neck. “May it remind you of the bonds forged in copper and unity.”
Cloviz’s eyes glistened as he accepted the medal. “Thank you, Kayla, and thank you all. This medal shall forever be a symbol of our shared grounding journey.”
Captain Busbar gestured for Cloviz to step forward. “And now, Cloviz, the stage is yours. Share your words with us.”
With humility and warmth, Cloviz addressed the assembly. “Friends, as I stood beneath the neon lights of Las Vegas, I realized that our grounding journey is a gamble of sorts—a gamble that has led us to profound unity and strength. Each one of you embodies the power of connection, and I am humbled to be a part of this tapestry.”
As Cloviz spoke, his words resonated with a deep appreciation for grounding and unity. He drew parallels between Boltan’s story and their own journey, weaving a thread of wisdom that touched the hearts of everyone present.
Hours passed as the tales unfolded, interwoven with laughter, camaraderie, and the unbreakable bond of copper-powered unity. And as the evening reached its crescendo, Captain Busbar popped open a bottle of sparkling copper-infused beverage, the effervescent liquid a celebration of their shared purpose and camaraderie.
In that moment, surrounded by the gleam of copper and the storm’s watchful eye, they raised their glasses to honor their journey. The storm’s power, the unity of components, and the grounding spirit that connected them all—these were the threads that wove together a story of strength, connection, and the unwavering bond that would forever ground them in the heart of the storm. 
