Mildly disturbing, vaguely interesting pictorial insight into the life of a production line worker: For the sake of Zelda

Y'know when you're SUCH a big fan of something, that you start thinking "Hey, as long as my job somehow involved me being around my hobby/infatuation/object of my desire, I'd quite happily get up at 7 every morning to go and do it"? Yeah, I wouldn't.

I mean alright, it's probably easy money, putting together FIFTY BAJILLION action figures/statues every day, but as cool as I think Link is, I don't think I could spend all day staring at five dozen copies of his blank, featureless face, especially when it appears that if they had eyes, they'd all be looking right at me.

Scarier than the bottom of the well? Possibly.