I would crawl into this room-sized oven and scrape the walls of molten slag. This is the oven post-cleanup.
The construction was like a labyrinth. This narrow hallway lowers and tightens into a narrow passageway before spanning 300 yards into dark corridor filled with snowing ash and molten plastic.
I would write my copy here while sitting on a step stool.
The Assembly Floor
Thankfully, I crawled my way to the general assembly floor where the lighting wasn't dungeon-like.
I became proficient at arranging the floor for faster production.