#Pipe Fitter Formula

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uPVC Pipe Fitting Name With Picture

नमस्कार दोस्तों आज के इस आर्टिकल में हम uPVC Pipe Fitting, uPVC Pipe और uPVC के बारे में बात करेंगे और uPVC के बारे में सम्पूर्ण जानकारी हासिल करेंगे की uPVC क्या है यह कैसे बना है और इसका इस्तेमाल कहा कहा किया जाता है।

नमस्कार दोस्तों आज के इस आर्टिकल में हम uPVC Pipe Fitting, uPVC Pipe और uPVC के बारे में बात करेंगे और uPVC के बारे में सम्पूर्ण जानकारी हासिल करेंगे की uPVC क्या है यह कैसे बना है और इसका इस्तेमाल कहा कहा किया जाता है। uPVC का मतलब unplasticized polyvinyl chloride होता है, एक ऐसी सामग्री जिसका उपयोग भवन और निर्माण, ऑटोमोटिव और स्वास्थ्य देखभाल उद्योगों सहित अनुप्रयोगों की एक विस्तृत श्रृंखला…

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No Rest for the Wicked (3)

"Hey. Higgsbury."

Wilson woke with a gasp, heart racing and chest heaving as something touched his shoulder. His overwhelmed brain took in his surroundings in a frenzy of disconnected bits: the setting sun, the rough table he was napping on, the spilled ink on his half-finished blueprint, the blood rumbling in his own head, the tiny pins and needles tickling his left arm, the gaunt harasser standing beside him.

"Say, pal. You don't look so good."

Wilson blinked at Maxwell, wondering why he was still alive. Oh, right. Not a dream, this one. Not a dream. He wondered if the other man could hear the gears furiously turning in Wilson's brain to sort through real memories and fleeting visions in an effort to make sense of his current situation. He probably could, it felt like they were very rusty and grind-y.

"Can you please. Never say those specific words to me again. Please."

"Have I caught you at a bad time? It didn't seem like there was much inventing going on at the moment."

Wilson drummed his fingers on the table nervously, still dizzy with adrenaline. He focussed very, very hard on eliminating all thoughts of sadism and murder and assorted violence from his brain, but the sight of Maxwell's nonchalant mug made it exceedingly difficult.

"You always catch me at a bad time. When you want to disturb me, just assume it's a bad time. And then don't do it. What do you want?"

Maxwell regarded him with something unpleasantly akin to amusement. He glanced at the ruined sketch on the table.

"Strange dreams, eh? What was this one about?"

"...You don't want to know."

"I beg to differ."

Wilson squinted at him, rubbing his arm to restore the circulation. Well, if he insisted.

"...I wanted to observe the effects of prolonged consumption of raw monster meat on humans. You were the test subject, but you refused to eat it, so I made an incision in your epigastrium-" He poked at the exact spot on Maxwell's abdomen as he explained, "and created a fistula large enough to introduce the minced meat directly in your stomach from the outside. It made you turn into that half-beast thing you used to scare me with when I was travelling to the throne-" He illustrated that passage too, hunching his back and mimicking claws and fangs with his hands and mouth, "and, since you behaved like a rabid dog, I had to put you down. Via decapitation. Then I dismembered you and put your organs in jars with formalin for later study. I think I was doing something with your liver when you woke me, but I can't remember what."

It was rare for Wilson to manage to reduce Maxwell to silence, but those precious few times were always so deeply worth it.

"...I'll say." He eventually commented, scratching his chin pensively. "I never thought there could be any decent material in that hairy nogging of yours, but it looks like you may have turned out not too disappointing a King, after all."

Wilson groaned, rubbing his hands on his face.

"What do you want, Maxwell?"

"Why do you keep asking me? You said you needed my help with some project of yours, remember?"

"Uh... yes, yes, I do. Give me just a moment." Wilson quickly gathered his tools and cleaned up the mess on the table. "You always have such impeccable timing. I've been sitting here all afternoon, but of course you show up the moment I put my head down for five minutes."

"You said I could come when I was free. Well, I'm free now." Maxwell crossed his arms condescendingly. "If your beauty sleep has the priority, I can come back next week or so."

"You've got a busy schedule, haven't you? I suppose that standing around doing nothing and glancing judgementally at people who are actually working does eat up time." Maxwell was about to reply, but Wilson opted for a strategic retreat. "I'll be right back."

"So, what do you need me for?" Maxwell asked when Wilson came back with an armful of equipment. He watched with silent disapproval as Wilson dropped the items messily on the table, save for one vial filled with transparent liquid, which he carefully placed in a roughly-crafted canister. Wilson didn't miss the brief glimpse of concern that crossed Maxwell's eyes when he opened the case containing the syringe. "...I'm just realizing I should have asked this much sooner."

"You know that weird feeling you get after being revived - the feeling that you are indeed very much alive and well, but not quite as healthy as you were before? And no matter how much you eat or rest or heal, you never seem to regain your top shape?"

"Yes."

"Good. I was sure you would, given how vocally you complained about it when you burst out of my meat statue two months ago." Wilson paused to observe the content of the vial against the light: no suspicious discolorations or sediments. "As it turns out, it's a shared affliction. It happened to me too before... before, and others in the camp have confirmed experiencing the same problem. So I decided to see if anything could be done about it."

"I take that you are concocting some sort of serum. Do you need some specific ingredient or magic boost you think I can provide?"

"A fair assumption, but no. I believe I've already hit on a promising formula, and now I only need a suitable subject to test it."

"Ah. You see, that was my second guess, only because I gave you enough credit to reach on your own the obvious conclusion that I would never agree to that."

"Come on, don't be difficult. I promise you it's perfectly safe."

"Says the man who thought that powdercakes were safe for consumption." Maxwell squinted at the vial, hands clasped behind his back. "What's in there?"

"Oh just, you know... some minerals and... organic material. You needn't concern yourself with the technical details-"

"If you had said snake oil, it would have sounded less fishy. Which minerals? What organic material?"

"Well..." Wilson scratched his chin, pointedly avoiding Maxwell's inquisitive gaze. "Some nitre and ground bee stings. And- you know those funny-looking hyphae that were growing on the eggplants we forgot we had? Well, I thought-"

"You must be joking." Maxwell's face contorted into the most comically over-the-top expression of affronted disgust Wilson had ever seen. "Dirt and mold. You mixed dirt and mold into a bottle and you called that a cure? How did you even come up with such a ridiculous idea?"

"Exactly like I come up with every ridiculous idea I've ever had in this wretched place: by using our ridiculous machines, that's how. Or are you going to claim that there's more scientific merit to grinding flower petals to make dream gasoline, or whatever that foul thing is supposed to be?"

"Well, at least that foul thing isn't supposed to go straight into my veins! Your 'cure' is going to give me lockjaw or bubonic plague, if not both at the same time."

Wilson decided to dedicate a single moment of his life to envisioning how risus sardonicus might look on Maxwell's already grotesque set of facial features. He found that his imagination wasn't yet capable of producing such horrors, and he was ultimately grateful for it.

"I told you it's safe. I've already administered samples to some rabbits and pigmen, and they're all perfectly healthy. I've even had a dose of it myself, and as you can see-"

"You took it yourself?" Maxwell gaped at the scientist in utter shock. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Well, rabbits and pigmen aren't humans. Results obtained on them are only partially reliable to predict the effect the serum might have on actual people. And I didn't think it wise to use a potentially flawed drug on an already debilitated patient. I haven't died yet since we met, so I figured I would be the perfect subject to take note of any relevant side effects or issues. There haven't been any, by the way."

"You're a lunatic." Maxwell's bewilderment almost made Wilson laugh. It seemed like such a simple and straightforward process to him. "A complete, raving madman. That thing could have killed you more painfully than I ever did."

"That's extremely debatable, but let's not get sidetracked." Wilson joined the tips of his fingers, flashing his best ingratiating smile at Maxwell. "Care to assist?"

"No, not really. Besides, I've just finished recovering from that accident with the spider queen, so I may still be a tad too 'debilitated' for-"

"You've been 'just finishing recovering' from those two glorified scratches for at least a week. I don't doubt that that is due to the aforementioned post-resurrection weakness, and it is not even remotely just an excuse for you to be even less productive than usual. However, as the resident physician, I am positive you're at least well enough to withstand a harmless drug trial. Does this quell your fears?"

Maxwell pursed his lips, surprisingly giving some serious thought to the matter. "...Wolfgang has died too, once. And he's certainly fitter than me at any given moment. Why didn't you choose him?"

"To be fair, I did ask him first. But..." Wilson considered his fingertips. The memory of that colossal man mewling in horror and backing away from the raised syringe like a cornered animal would haunt him for the rest of his days. "I think he has a phobia of needles. Among the other things."

"Hm. Hard to blame him on that one. The needle of that syringe is barely smaller than an organ pipe."

"It's the best I could put together with the materials I found. Just be thankful I was able to craft one or I would have to resort to scarification."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"You wouldn't like the feel of that either."

Maxwell scrutinized him and his whole apparatus with blatant hostility. He didn't speak, and eventually Wilson sighed in defeat.

"...I can't force you, of course. But I do mean it when I say it's safe. It has given me no side effects whatsoever, I just need to establish if it's actually effective or not." Wilson tapped his fingers on the table, pensively. "I guess I could try again with Wolfgang. Wickerbottom could help me talk him into it, she’s good at that. After keeping him on a light diet for while. If he threw a fit in his best shape, he'd probably break my neck with an accidental flicker of his-"

"Oh, fine! Stop whining!" Maxwell burst out, throwing his hands to the sky. "And don't you dare say that I never do anything helpful. I'm literally throwing my own health to the wolves for your divertissement here."

"Splendid!" Wilson grinned, immediately filling the syringe with the precious liquid. "Uncover your shoulder. You don't have any allergies, do you?"

"If I said yes, would you reconsider my involvement?"

"I guess that's a no. Sit." Wilson stood up, politely leaving the chair free for his unhappy subject. Who didn't sit. Nor uncovered his shoulder. Wilson rolled his eyes. "What is it now? I swear, all this fussing for a single prick. Next time I'll just knock you out beforehands and save myself half an hour of pointless arguments."

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking that I can simply refuse to sit to foil your brilliant plan altogether. There's little you can do to my shoulder from down there."

"...Wow, a height joke. Haven't heard one of those in a while. You're just desperate to buy time at this point. Sit before I stab this in your rear."

Wilson patiently waited as Maxwell begrudgingly complied and took as long as humanly possible to remove the several layers of clothing hiding his shoulder. Wilson also merrily ignored the constant muttering as he applied some antiseptic on the area.

"Mankind owes me a lot for confining you here and saving any possible future patient of yours from your misguided attempts at- Ow!"

"Yes, I'm sure such a charitable deed completely outweighs the God-knows-how-many unexplained kidnappings you've perpetrated in your whole life."

"Not as many as- Ow! This thing burns!"

"Hardly. I'd like to say you deserve a statue for your past and present heroism, but I think there are already far too many around here."

One last completely unwarranted 'ow' marked the end of the unbearable torture as Wilson pulled out the needle and pressed a patch of silk gauze on Maxwell's shoulder.

"Done. It's going to be just a little sore for-"

"You literally just said no side effects whatsoever!"

"That's not a side effect, it's a completely normal local reaction. It won't last more than a few days anyway."

Wilson put away his tools while Maxwell nursed his achy joint with a scowl. "Fine print and shady semantics are more tools of my trade rather than yours, you know?"

"Maybe, but at least I make a point of rewarding blind faith instead of squashing it. Your contribution towards scientific advancement is highly appreciated." Wilson smiled, producing a life-giving amulet from his pocket and handing it to Maxwell with a flourish and a small bow. "Please accept this for your trouble."

Maxwell froze in the middle of buttoning up his shirt, gaping at the item with sheer horror.

"...Oh God, I am going to die."

"No, no no no, this is just for... extra precaution. Just in case. Just in the remote eventuality that the serum might have some utterly unexpected and yet unobserved contraindication. Which it won't, I'm sure. Do feel free to bring to my attention any malaise that may bother you though."

"I hate you."

"Oh come on, I'm joking. Mostly." Wilson chuckled as Maxwell motioned to take the amulet. He instinctively gripped it harder though, suddenly struck by an unpleasant thought. He met Maxwell's puzzled glance with firm eyes. "By the way, I would dearly appreciate it if you used it as intended, this time."

"...I believe I should be granted the freedom to decide how to employ my payment, shouldn't I?" Maxwell's expression changed as well, subtly but unmistakably. Wilson already regretted breaching the subject, but he had no intention of backing down from his request.

"I'm serious. If this ends up like the last one, I'm not going to trust you with another again. They're far too precious to be wasted."

"Wasted, uh?" Maxwell scoffed, letting go of the amulet and standing fully straight to look down on Wilson. Wilson hated how easy it was for the man to look effectively imposing. "Maybe you should give this to someone else then. God forbid I should ever use it to look after myself in the way I see fit."

"You did nothing of the sort. You broke it. You took a resurrection tool, a literal life-saver, and disassembled it.” Wilson clenched his fists without even noticing, the argument from a few months before still fresh in his mind. Sometimes Maxwell’s behavior was truly unjustifiable. “And for what? To make another goddamn nightmare amulet!”

“That is what I’d call ‘looking after myself’’, yes. All this time you’ve spent around me, and you still don’t get how my powers work. You’re dreadfully unobservant for a scientist.”

“Look, I know what you’re driving at, but how can you possibly not understand that there’s nothing more important than resurrection items here?! They’re our only lifeline! They literally avoid death! We should scavenge for parts to craft them, not the other way around!”

“You’re astoundingly wrong. The smartest thing we can do is to avoid dying in the first place. We don’t build meat effigies during a famine, do we?”

“That’s not the same thing-”

“Maybe not for you, but it is for me!” Maxwell burst out suddenly. “I need nightmare fuel, don’t you get it? Suppose I get slaughtered against some unholy monster with no fuel and a resurrection amulet. I get brought back to life, and then what? If the monster wakes too early, it may very well slaughter me again before I can make a run for it! And even if I manage to get away, do you really think I can gather all the materials I need to survive quickly enough on my own? If I have fuel though, my duelists can lure the enemy away or maybe even kill it, and my gatherers can collect resources for me even if I’m injured. So yes, Higgsbury, having a functional nightmare amulet and therefore decent fuel reserves does qualify as safeguarding my life, as far as I’m concerned.”

“I- wait, wait a minute.” Wilson shook his head, momentarily stunned. For whatever reason, Maxwell hadn’t bothered to explain his reasons in such detail before, and the scientist had to admit there was a logic in them. Still, the remaining flaw was glaring. “You’re talking as if you had to survive completely on your own. There’s no need for you to be so obsessed about the fuel when you have plenty of other people to rely on. Anyone can help you find food or gather materials or get out of a tricky situation, you don’t need to have puppets ready all the time. No one can bring you back if you get killed though.”

“A brilliant reasoning. One, however, that is based on the certainty that you won’t be left behind, if things took a turn for the worse. In case you haven’t noticed, my puppets take care of almost all the heaviest and most time-consuming tasks around here, which is surely a great encouragement for my former captives not to lynch me. But if I run out of fuel, who’s to say they won’t suddenly remember their grudges?”

“Oh come on, that’s ridiculous. We’ve been camping together for months, you can’t possibly still believe the others to be so untrustworthy. We’ve had each other’s backs dozens of times by now, you must see that they’ve let bygones be bygones. No one would hold it against you if couldn’t provide materials for a while. We could easily split the work among ourselves.”

“Do you really trust them that much?”

“Of course I do! They’re all perfectly respectable-”

“Then why haven’t you told anyone about the throne?” Maxwell’s smirk was sharp, contrasting strongly with his eerily soft tone. Wilson was caught off guard.

“...I… It’s not the same-”

“Again, it’s exactly the same thing. You haven’t because you’re not sure how they’d react. And you’re not even the King who brought them here. Consider my position for one moment and you’ll see that I have excellent reasons to be unsure how they’d react to anything I may do or not do. Hence my interest in having my own backup always ready at hand.”

“...You’re looking at this all wrong.” Wilson shook his head again. “You have more backup than ever, or at least you would if you bothered to acknowledge it as such, and yet you still stick to your paranoid schtick. Hell, you’d rather stroll on your own among spider nests instead of honestly asking for help. Anyone would have come with you if you had asked. I would have come with you if you had asked.”

“I did ask you!” Maxwell retorted venomously. “Last month! Or have you conveniently forgotten?”

“What- You didn’t ask me for help! You asked- no, you demanded a red gem! Without even explaining why. A red gem I couldn’t give you because I needed it for an amulet!”

“Oh, right! The amulet you then gave to the robot. The goddamn robot, of all people! It doesn’t even live here! It shows up only when there are giants around, drops gratuitous threats against all things organic, and then vanishes again. Why would you even bother to craft an amulet for it? I’m sure it just wants to see us all dead-”

“You mean like you did?!” Wilson’s voice raised without him really noticing, too caught up in the discussion. “Do you even hear yourself? If there is one person here who shouldn’t ever dare question other people’s honesty, that’s you! At least WX has never actually done anything to hurt us, which automatically makes them more trustworthy than you!”

Maxwell didn’t reply immediately. He waited, hands clasped behind his back and a strange, unreadable scowl on his face, until Wilson properly registered the meaning of his own words.

“...That. That is exactly it. That’s what everyone thinks, that a perfect stranger would be easily more trustworthy than me, no matter the circumstances. That’s what would make anyone hesitate to help, even just for a second. And a second of hesitation can mean a lot when I’m about to be mauled by a hound. That is why I need my own backup.”

There were times, many times, when Wilson genuinely thought that Maxwell was hopeless. That he would ultimately seal his own fate through the sheer stubbornness of his own self-absorbed idiocy, no matter how much effort Wilson put into trying to avoid that. And yet.

“...I have never hesitated.” Maxwell didn’t meet Wilson’s eyes as the scientist spoke, apparently too busy with fixing his tie and waistcoat. “Not once.”

“...You needed backup too. And I was the only one around to provide it. You have a wide choice now, though.”

“Do you really think that?” Wilson asked bitterly, his gaze dropping to the ground. “Do you really think that’s all there was to it?”

Even though Maxwell’s attire had long since been freed from any wrinkles or unsightly folds, he was still messing with it. Nevertheless, Wilson patiently waited for his answer, as one waited for a bully to decide whether he felt like dedicating ten seconds of his life to stomp on the elaborate sand castle one took two hours to build.

“...No.” Maxwell didn’t elaborate any further. It was a fortunate decision, for Wilson was already nearing his limit of tolerance for the day, and the umpteenth gratuitous jab or tirade against his stupidity, his morality, his naivety may have just convinced him to never spare another glance at Maxwell’s mug again. Or so he liked to think.

“...Good.” Wilson nodded thoughtfully. “I guess you can consider me your backup then.”

That finally tore Maxwell’s attention off his goddamn suit. Wilson shrugged in response to his befuddled glance.

“Honestly it’s ridiculous that I even have to say it aloud after I’ve effectively been your backup for God knows how long, but I guess you might benefit from hearing it. I’m not going to leave you behind, or ignore a request for materials or assistance, if only you can find it in yourself to spare two minutes to motivate it. You have my word on it. And if you were to leave the group for any reason that doesn’t involve egregious misbehavings on your part, like trying to murder people in their sleep or something of the kind, I’ll leave as well. How does that sound?”

Wilson may as well have turned into a turnip halfway through his speech, judging by the sheer bewilderment of Maxwell’s expression.

“What the devil is this about, now?”

“This is about making you stop wasting resources on problems that aren’t there. You can go without fuel for a few days or even weeks, if you need to, even if you can’t take care of the foraging. Just ask me, if you don’t feel like asking the others. And for heaven’s sake, take this and wear it!” Wilson outright slipped the amulet around Maxwell’s neck, pressing it firmly against his chest to drive the point more clearly. “Don’t break it. Don’t repurpose it. Just wear it.”

For the second time that day, Maxwell was shocked into silence, his eyes darting between Wilson’s face and his hand. The amulet pulsed under Wilson's palm, instantly warming up as the protective magic activated, and started to beat faintly, like a second heart perfectly in synch with the wearer's. It was a refreshing change to feel its natural, regular beat, without the rush and unsteadiness that blood loss and such distressing circumstances caused. The rhythm was pleasantly familiar, and distracting enough for Wilson to suddenly realize that he had been idly standing before Maxwell for a little too long, a little too close. He let go of the amulet and took a few steps back, until he bumped against the edge of the desk, his mind oddly blank.

“Why are you so obsessed with these things, anyway?” Maxwell asked, his tone somewhat subdued as he took the pendant in his hand and rubbed some invisible dust off the red gem. “We have meat statues and even a couple of touch stones. I could die three times within the next hour and I’d still be able to come back without an amulet.”

“Statues can be destroyed and the closest stone is almost a day away from the camp. Amulets are always the safest option.” In truth, Wilson couldn’t quite explain it. Maxwell was perfectly right, living in a large group had allowed them to secure plenty of materials for more resurrection items than Wilson himself had ever hoped for. But, as irrational as it may be, Wilson only felt truly safe when he and everyone around him were wearing a life-giving amulet around their neck. “I just don’t like taking any chances.”

“Mh. If I didn’t know you to be so scientifically inclined, I’d be tempted to call you superstitious. I guess it’s only anxiety then.”

“You can call it however you like, but it’s the reason I’ve managed to survive this long. Always having a backup plan is what allowed me to best the oh-so-dreadful King of the Shadows.”

“Ah! That’s precious.” Maxwell laughed, without any real bite. Unexpectedly, he leaned against the table too, beside Wilson. He regarded him with a conspiratorial smile, all traces of the previous argument gone from his demeanor. “No need to embellish the truth, pal, I was watching too. Remember the first time you jumped into a wormhole without amulets and the like and without having any idea what would happen? Where was your backup plan then?”

“Ah, but you forget that at the time I was being cornered by a tallbird at the edge of a cliff, without proper armor and at dusk. Jumping in the wormhole was the backup plan, you see.”

“...God, you really are the one who bested me. Why. How.” Maxwell lamented as he covered his face. “Did They really wish to humiliate me so? Why couldn’t it be Wickerbottom? Surrendering the throne to her would have been immensely more dignified. Honourable, even.”

“Maybe you just weren’t as good at your job as you thought. Or I am a genius survivalist. Take your pick.”

“Neither.” Maxwell rubbed his shoulder absently. “Are you planning to study the effects of whatever filth you poisoned me with watching me as I slowly shuffle off this mortal coil, or may I retreat to meet my end privately?”

“You’re free to go. Many thanks for your unwavering trust and enthusiasm.” Wilson simply watched as Maxwell shrugged on his coat. He tried his very best to sound as casual as possible with his next question. “Oh, by the way. Have you been experimenting with your puppets again?”

“Hm? No, not lately. Why?”

“Oh, never mind. I was just wondering.”

“...You were just wondering.” A single glance from Maxwell was enough for Wilson to know that he was simply hopeless at sounding casual. “And why were you wondering, may I ask?”

“I was just wondering! You do that sometimes! They used to work differently when I met you, and now they’re more specialized or something-”

“I only ever revised them that one time, because they were giving me troubles. You wouldn’t be asking if you didn’t think there was something wrong with them. Why?”

“I, uh… well… to be honest, they did a strange thing yesterday. And I was wondering if it may be because you were, I don’t know, trying out a new spell or-”

“Did they try to attack you? Because that would be your fault. I told you you’d eventually get on their nerves if you kept getting in their way while they’re working.”

“No, no no. In fact, it’s… it’s the exact opposite.” Wilson stopped for a moment. “You know how they always pretend I don’t exist, right? They don’t communicate, they don’t listen, they walk through me, they don’t even look at me, and all that-”

“Yes. I am aware of how my own puppets work. Get to the point.”

“Yes, right- by the way, why do they do that? I remember you said they behave exactly like you, but you don’t-”

“They behave like I would behave if I were an entity of pure shadow with no need or obligation to interact with other people in order to survive. Thus, they ignore you. The point, Higgsbury.”

“Right, right. So, the other day I was following a koalefant track up north, between the forest and the swamp. Your puppets were there too, chopping and mining and the like. They didn’t acknowledge me, as usual, and I ignored them too.” Maxwell crossed his arms and threw his head backwards with deliberate slowness, staring stolidly at the sky with a groan. “I guess, uh… I guess I must have been a bit distracted. The next track was very close to the edge of the swamp, but I thought I was far enough from- are you listening?”

“Regrettably.”

“...Right. Anyway, I must have gotten too close to the swamp and I didn’t notice the tentacle springing from the ground until too late. I was- it was about to hit me, but… one of your puppets pushed me out of the way.” Maxwell didn’t move, nor he replied. Wilson continued. “The tentacle actually struck it. It vanished. The other two had stopped working too, they were watching the whole thing, but then they resumed their job as if nothing happened as soon as I got far enough from the tentacle.”

“...Mh.” Maxwell eloquently commented.

“...I thought it was odd. Even in battle your duelists tend to let me get slaughtered if I don’t stick close enough to you. And your harvesters are even more passive. So I was wondering if you had changed them.”

“I haven’t.”

“...Doesn’t your neck hurt?”

“No.” Maxwell finally directed his scowl at Wilson instead of at the murky sky of the Constant. “Is this the conundrum? The puppet probably just tripped. You can add this to the long list of strokes of luck that have spared you yet another painful death. Rejoice.”

“It didn’t look like it just tripped. I don’t think it was even near me when I knelt down to examine the track. And the other two were staring too-”

“Look, I’d understand your perplexity if they had tried to skewer you, but they actually helped you for once. All the better, yes? Why does this concern you so much?”

“Why doesn’t it concern you?” Wilson insisted. “Your puppets are behaving abnormally without your direct input. What if something or someone else was influencing them?”

“Where the hell did you get that idea?” Maxwell scoffed. “There are no other shadow magic users around here. And They certainly wouldn’t hijack my puppets to save your neck.”

“Well, maybe there’s another possibility.” Wilson hesitated. Discussing the matter with Maxwell had seemed like a good move the previous night, while disturbing thoughts were keeping him awake long past the sunset. In that moment, not quite as much. “What if there was someone else with the same powers you have?”

“Bollocks. I’m sure there are only two human beings who ever became acquainted with shadow magic, and the other one is the current Queen. Not to mention I would have already noticed. I keep a keen eye on the invisible forces at work in the area, you know?”

“Maybe it’s someone you haven’t noticed because… they haven’t used their powers yet. Maybe because they don’t know they have them…”

“...I’m not sure I’m quite following you, although you seem to be heading in a very specific direction.” Maxwell frowned. Wilson felt like he was melting under that stern scrutiny. All right, there was no point in beating around the bush.

“...Listen. I sat on the throne, right? I’ve been King. Maybe while I was there, I did absorb a bit of shadow magic. Maybe the puppet responded to that, and therefore defended me. Or maybe- maybe I made it defend me without noticing-”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Maxwell raised a hand to stop him as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Is this what it’s all about? Are you still being paranoid about the throne? I told you you’re fine, stop overanalyzing every trifling thing that happens to you.”

“But how can you be so sure?” Wilson insisted. “What if I did take control of your puppet for a moment, without noticing? I was about to be killed, I asked for help! Maybe not vocally, but surely subconsciously. And help I did get, from shadow slaves that barely even bothered to acknowledge my presence before! Don’t you find it weird?”

“...Oh my God, you’re-” Maxwell muttered through his teeth, and then stopped abruptly. For a moment, he seemed on the verge of literally biting Wilson’s head off, flushed and irate as he looked. However, he reined himself in with uncharacteristic grace. He rubbed a hand on his face, then he sighed and drew the Codex from the inner pocket of his coat. He held it before Wilson’s eyes. “Listen, and listen well. Shadow magic isn’t something you just ‘absorb’ because you sat somewhere for a while. Even if They allowed you to tap into its power freely, without proper study and willing sacrifice, you couldn’t use it for anything more than cheap parlor tricks. I’ve been honing my own skills for decades, at great personal costs, and I’ve barely scraped the surface of what this book has to offer. Now, ingrain this simple concept into your brain: the mere thought that someone like you, without an ounce of talent or knowledge or training about magic, could overturn my own spells, even for a second, even by accident, is utterly ludicrous.”

Wilson wrung his hands nervously. “...Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” Maxwell did sound as sure as one could possible get, but his stern demeanour deflated into a discouraged sigh before Wilson’s unresponsiveness. “But you won’t be convinced that easily, I guess.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust your expertise on the matter, mind you.” Wilson offered. “It’s just that… I keep thinking about it, and I can’t help but feel that I can’t just have left the throne room unscathed. And all these weird things that have been happening-”

“Are definitely not weird at all. I thought we’d been over this. Why have you been fixating on this so much?” Wilson shrugged, not knowing how to reply. Maxwell considered him for a moment, scratching his chin. “Have you tried doing it again?”

“Doing what?”

“Controlling a puppet.”

“No, of course not! I-”

“Well, shame on you then. What good can your harebrained hypotheses be without repeatable evidence?” Maxwell suddenly grabbed Wilson by his arm and dragged him in a seemingly random direction. “Come. Maybe some good old scientific method will convince you.”

“Wha- wait, where are you going?” Wilson stammered, stumbling along.

“To test your theory. Or rather, to make you fail at it as many times as you need to be convinced that it’s impossible.”

“Why are you suddenly so invested in this? I thought you were busy.”

“I’m always invested in watching you make a fool of yourself. Ah, there’s one.”

Maxwell pointed at the farm just outside the camp, where one of his puppets was filling his third- no, fourth basket of berries, freshly picked from the neat rows of bushes. They stopped to the side of the field, and Wilson watched the puppet accomplish its task with methodic precision for a few moments.

“Well, have at it.” Maxwell plopped heavily on the ground and popped a few berries into his mouth from the closest basket as he opened his book and idly started flipping through it. Wilson gaped at him.

“I have no idea how to do it!”

“Do whatever you think you did before. See what happens.”

“You aren’t being very helpful, you know?”

“Because there’s nothing to help you with. It’s impossible. We’re only here to establish that.”

Wilson muttered unrepeatable words under his breath. He tried his best to forget about Maxwell and focussed on the puppet. He stared at it, took in its featureless silhouette, a seemingly two-dimensional Maxwell-shaped smudge of inky blackness. He tried to take in its very essence, its unthinking, unfeeling existence, created for the sole purpose of going through a limited and established set of motions. If there was really any power in him, it couldn’t be too difficult to steer such an empty vessel towards his own desires. He decided he wanted to make it drop the basket. Easy enough. He focussed on that thought. He visualized it. He imagined the exact gesture, he imagined the puppet’s grasp on the basket loosening, his hand opening, the item dropping on the ground, spilling its contents all over. He ordered it. He willed it into reality. He put every ounce of his mental faculties into that specific wish. He wanted it.

Nothing happened.

“Your face is redder than your waistcoat. Try not to get yourself a stroke, I’d certainly be blamed for that.”

Wilson found himself slightly short on breath. Had he been holding it without noticing? “How am I supposed to command these things? How do you command them?”

“I don’t. They don’t need orders, they’re autonomous and smart enough to know what they have to do.”

“Do you really think there’s no chance I did that?”

“Let’s put it this way. The day you’ll manage to take control of any of my puppets for half a second will be the day I’ll entrust the Codex to you as the legitimate owner and superior user of its dark arts, and I’ll also humbly prostrate myself at your feet begging for your teachings. How likely does that sound to you?”

“Not much, but it’s certainly an excellent motivation to keep trying.” Wilson grumbled. He tried again. He stared at the puppet hard enough to bore a hole in it, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists with the sheer effort. He absolutely, positively, unmistakingly bid it to drop the basket. He even outstretched his hand towards it, as if to transmit his order through his very own body, and- and then Maxwell snorted loudly and he got completely distracted.

“What? What?” Wilson burst out, his cheeks burning. “You gesticulate all the time when you’re channeling your magic!”

“Yes, because I have magic to channel. What are you channeling?” Maxwell cackled. Unhelpful bastard. Wilson groaned in defeat.

“I can’t do it. Not like this, at least. Maybe it happens only in very specific circumstances, like if I’m very stressed or in mortal danger.”

“A brilliant hypothesis. Let’s test that too.” Maxwell sprang to his feet, radiating the most unsettling merriment. “Give me a minute to fetch my sword.”

“Quit it.” Wilson grabbed his jacket to stop him. “All right, you win. I must have been wrong. That still doesn’t explain your puppet’s behaviour though.”

“Maybe he just wanted to end it.” Maxwell shrugged, putting away his book.

“End what?”

“Its life.”

Wilson blinked. “Is that a thing that they do? Do they get… depressed?”

“You’d get depressed too if you were a somewhat sentient, disposable tool forced to chop trees for the entirety of your fleeting existence.”

Wilson considered the silent worker for a long moment, before Maxwell stretched his back with a showy yawn.

“Well, as entertaining as watching you achieve absolutely nothing for the last fifteen minutes has been, I think I’ll head off. Feel free to keep trying if you think that you may have better luck without me interfering with your blooming powers.”

“...Right. I think I’ll head off as well.” Wilson murmured. He turned on his heels and took a step towards the camp, and found itself right before- no, within the puppet, as it was passing by to put down another full basket. The puppet seamlessly phased through him, as they oft did, but the basket could not. It bumped against Wilson’s chest and fell on the ground, berries rolling everywhere. The puppet stopped. It looked down at the basket, somewhat dejectedly. Then, its eyeless face turned towards Wilson. Straight towards him.

Maxwell clicked his tongue, shaking his head. Wilson’s blood froze in his veins.

“...Uh, sorry.” He found himself saying as he knelt down and started gathering the scattered fruits. “Here, I’ll just…”

The puppet observed him for almost a full minute. Then, when Wilson was almost done cleaning up the mess, it grabbed two full baskets and walked off towards the camp.

“...When you say that one of these days getting in their way will get me killed, you’re clearly joking, right?”

“Not really. A duelist could definitely do it, with enough motivation. But foragers don’t have much violence in them.” Maxwell stopped for a moment. “Although, if I were them, and I am, I wouldn’t be above ganging up on you, tying you to a tree and chopping off a few of those luxuriant locks of yours.”

Wilson instinctively run a hand through his hair. “That’s not funny.”

“That wasn’t a joke either.” Maxwell smiled one of those creepy smiles of his. “Good afternoon, pal.”

Wilson silently tried his hand at an improvised hex centered around broken ankles, bees and Glommer’s goop. Just in case. He shook his head as he finished gathering the spilled berries. He put the basket near the remaining one, wondering if carrying them to the camp himself would be enough of an apology for-

He blinked, his thoughts finally connecting. It had dropped the basket. The puppet had dropped the basket.

“Maxwell, wait!” Wilson called out, but Maxwell had already disappeared. Should he find him, tell him? It may have been an accident. Maxwell- he would almost certainly deem it an accident, wouldn’t he? And yet, the puppets were always so very precise with their movements, and so very aware of their surroundings… Could Wilson have…?

He stared at the baskets, more confused than ever.

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Does the squatty potty work

He or she Squatty Potty can be a innovation by Robert Edwards; its own condition intention to enhance the product quality and simplicity of one's gut motions while on your toilet.  It's a catchy name and can be sold anywhere from Target to Amazon.com.  The squatty potty can be excrement that's intended to fit round leading of a typical toilet bowl, so providing lift into a own legs and leading at a squatting-type posture as opposed to sitting posture whilst moving your intestines. An advertisement for your Squatty Potty.  Via the voucher internet site hip2save. An advertisement for your Squatty Potty.  Via the voucher internet site hip2save. On the List of Squatty Potty's asserts are those: The modern-day toilet is suitable, but has just one big mistake; nonetheless, it takes visitors to sit.  While sitting todo our company could possibly be considered "civilized", studies display that the organic squat posture improves our capacity to expel. The puborectalis muscle building makes an all pure kink to maintain continence.  Squatty Potty accomplishes this muscle to get fast, easy removal. The promotion admits that sitting in the toilet isn't quite as effective or beneficial as squatting.  As this really is a clear pragmatic fallacy, we've got the sterile twist of a fresh apparatus intended to create yet another "natural"  That is normal in promotion, where you frequently sees the formula of "naturalgood," with absolute disregard for the reality.  Even the Squatty Potty can be actually a straightforward yet intriguing device using a tricky name.  The promotion is the thing that brings my doubtful eye.  They create very special claims in regards to the investigation and also real benefit--testable claims.  Let us have a good look at the research in order to learn whether the claims are saturated in this. The very first thing some fantastic skeptic have to do if up against a advertising claim is measure the plausibility of this claim.  Low plausibility usually means that asserts require more stringent evidence.  Even the Squatty Potty actually scores pretty high to the plausibility scale.  The positioning that the apparatus puts you is just a rather logical mechanism for even easier stooling. Vinyl aryballos in the form of a person, perchance a comic performer.  Terra-cotta, manufactured in Corinth, '' ca. 600-550 BC.  By Naucratis, Egypt.  Via Wikimedia Raising your thighs may be mechanism to boost your gut motions.  That really is immaterial to this promised colon-kinking real matter.  Whenever you keep down on the toilet, you're performing what's called a Valsalva maneuver.  You're pushing comeback against a closed glottis, or contracting closely your stomach and thoracic muscles increasing intra-abdominal pressure.  Similar changes may also occur when someone lifts huge burden whilst holding their breath.  Sitting in virtually any squat-type posture whilst bearing-down is very likely to boost which intra-abdominal pressure, leading to a simpler gut movement.  Even though this isn't the maintain from the promotion, the Squatty Potty includes an extremely plausible mechanism to boost the simplicity of bowel evacuations. Think about another asserts?  Significantly it creates an abysmal improved posture also produces a "cleaner colon"  These things are quick to maintain and hard to establish.  The Squatty Potty really isn't the initial product to maintain this benefit.  It's a bigger and more economical version of additional squat-position apparatus, like the Lilipad and the type's Platform.  There are many others.  Ostensibly all of them make the very same claims.  The Squatty potty asserts it is promoting a candy spot (pun intended) maybe not a lot of sitting, perhaps not to substantially squatting. The Site lists a few study papers supporting their location: The very first is a Japanese analysis, "The Effect of Body Position on Defecation in Earth"  It's a small, six-person, gruesome study.  Sure I buy it research, nonetheless it's a indicator analysis.  It restricts comprise miniature non-heterogenous (just one male, five female) cohort, without the controllers and without difficulty.  Interestingly, the full squat is recognized as the most useful, that isn't exactly the Squatty Potty position.  It will not encourage the promise the Squatty Potty's squat is much better compared to the usual whole squat. The following study has my favourite name of this the category: "Effect of Cultural Habits on Defecographic Dimensions"  (Instead, I believe I want to incorporate "defecographic dimensions," so "poop x ray analysis," into my health care lexicon... but I digress.)  It was a little study which used barium enemas and radiography to appraise the anorectic launching in defecation.Imaging demonstrated that the rectal opening has been quantifiable bigger in a squatting position.  However, this study includes just two big troubles.  If you take advantage of a people that laps to maneuver their intestines and set them onto a firstworld toilet-bowl as was completed, you're interrupting their used move.  You'd require a control set of Europeans to accomplish exactly the very same evaluations to virtually encourage first-class evacuation.  And moving your intestines is a task that's profound cultural and social taboos related to that.  Making major changes can cause the players to hurry or alter their regular structure.  Imaging demonstrated that the rectal opening had been quantifiable bigger in a squatting position.  At least one of these factors could have a big impact upon gut evacuation. The next research paper posted was "listing of Straining throughout Defecation in Three Months."  It has really a more substantial study compared to very first, however it's still quite tiny.  Investigators used a subjective survey to get areas speed faking.  The findings have been much like another studies: full elbows benefits at the best straining. Total that the research is faulty and never too compelling.  It can have the up side of replications of results.  The outcomes will not encourage that the internet site's assertion that the Squatty Potty is exceptional to interrogate fully.  Therefore I am not quite certain the internet site lists this particular research as scientific evidence because of his or her toilet stool that is modified. A barbell bathroom inside China Railways CRH1 trains running Guangshen lineup.  Via Wikimedia. According to my reading of this research offered I'd say that the squatting has become the most good for anatomical launching.  That's all about all of the investigation says.  The way sub-optimal sitting and tight softball is stays unclear.  The analysis linked to falsifying is overly small and qualitative to create that distinction. Total, the guide asserts  The Squatty Potty specifically makes--like as "bettering your feet throughout removal is fitter" and "primary (simple) constipation can be really a effect of habitual gut removal on normal toilet chairs"--are evidenced with the research they provide. This really is the point where the Squatty asserts are saturated in this, in my own estimation.  They mention characters such as those: "4 10 million Americans suffer from chronic constipation (understood to be using a bowel movement less than just three times a week), also as much as 63 million individuals are now afflicted by any given moment from intermittent constipation" The actual research is made from this site's facts page.  Self-reported constipation at the USA and the uk is significantly more predominant in women, nonwhites, and people over age 60.  And polls of doctor visits to constipation also have supported that, finding more visits with women, nonwhites, people with lesser incomes, and patients having less than 12 decades of instruction.  After correcting for these factors, it occurs more frequently in people with modest daily physical process, very low cash flow, and bad instruction. The incidence of chronic constipation increases with age, most radically in patients 65 decades old or older.  During this elderly age category, approximately 26 per cent of men and 34 per cent of all women complain of melancholy.  Constipation seems to correlate with decreased calorie intake in the older although maybe not with fiber or fluid intake. The glaring omission from Squatty Potty this is the simple fact constipation interferes with lots of troubles.  Yet not one of those are position-related.  Although the investigation they feature might indicate that squatting makes bowel movements easier it will not automatically follow that sitting leads to melancholy. Constipation can be an intricate health matter.  There are always a plethora of health conditions, medications, and diseases which cause constipation.  Constipation has way too many factors to lock it down into one obscure, unproven supposition your body is interfering with your stooling.  Your diminished intestines aren't really a stand pipe and mosquito sense is just another factor.  There's just no plausible evidence that sitting isn't an issue.  It could possibly be dangerous to assume that this sitting really is an issue.  Repairing easy constipation with excrement can work however it might also be dangerous: You could miss a severe medical dilemma premature as you assume your posture is providing constipation.  That really isn't the sole drawback for having a toilet feces. The Squatty Potty marketing provides the false belief which better gut evacuations interferes with greater health.  They aren't by yourself; lots of other treatments have a tendency to allow the belief which our intestines are attempting to kill us.  Brian Dunning went in Skeptoid incident #83, "The detox Myth."  There's no true signs that better gut evacuations equate to better health.  There's not any signs that squatting produces a larger or more complete gut movement.  Although the positioning may possibly make a simpler bowel movement, it does not equal much healthier.  Anybody who's had to experience a colonoscopy will explain to you cleaning up your colon is fatiguing and unwelcome.  Broadly speaking, gut cleansing asserts might be dangerous or foolish.  Your colon isn't the biggest market of healthful living, and thus cleansing is of significant health benefit. Over all I'd say this in regards to the Squatty Potty: over the side it nearly undoubtedly enriches your power to keep down when you're gone.  There's some duplicated proof that softball does boost simplicity of moving.  In terms of the downsides, there isn't any evidence that it treats or prevents constipation that is straightforward.  There isn't any actual evidence that anatomic position can be just a risk factor for gout, without any true evidence it's considerably different than different sorts of toilet squat apparatus.  It leads one to feel that sitting can be a injury to regular bowel evacuations.  That indicated problem isn't encouraged by the research and also so is improbable, dependent on irregular supply of gout issues. Therefore why purchase a Squatty Potty?  I can not say I do believe that it's well worth it.  Truthfully it looks somewhat absurd, but maybe not  means anything in a bowel movement.  It truly does not have any influence on additional things which impact constipation--diet, diet, era and healthcare troubles.  I'm uncertain that changing your posture is enough of an advantage to help anybody experiencing chronic constipation.  I am able to say it's not dangerous and it can make it a lot easier for one to keep down or reduce straining in the event you're constipated.  It's simply not reasonable to express it's some substantial effect in your general gut customs. About the up sidedown, Squatty Potty is relatively cheap, sounds safe, so that provided that you've got a realistic perspective of this power that I will easily see some one with it. 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Pipe Fitter Formula In Hindi

Pipe Fitter Formula In Hindi | Elbow Formula In Hindi | Reducer formula In Hindi | Letteral Tee Formula In Hindi

Pipe Fitter Formula: जी हां दोस्तों यदि आप भी एक पाइप फिटर हैं या पाइप फिटर का काम करना चाहते हैं तो Pipe Fitter Formula का ज्ञान होना अतिआवश्यक है Pipe Fitter Book Part 1 In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Pdf Fitter Book Part 2 In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Pdf Pipe Fitter Book Part 3 In Hindi | Elbow Center Formula In Hindi आज के लेख में हम Pipe Fitter फार्मूला के बारे में जानेंगे की पाइप फिटर के…

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Orange Peel Formula | Pipe End Cap | Pipe Fitter Book Part 14

Orange Peel Pipe End Cap Formula | Pipe Fitter Book Part 14 | Orange Peel क्या है? Orange Peel कैसे बनायें हिंदी में जानें

नमस्कार दोस्तों आज के लेख में हम Orange Peel किसे कहते हैं और इसका काम क्या है और Orange Peel Formula के बारे में बात करेंगे इस लेख में Orange Peel Formula को समझेंगे और Orange Peel Pipe End Cap बनाने की प्रकिर्या को बारीकी से अध्ययन करेंगे Pipe Fitter Book Part 1 In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Pdf Pipe Fitter Book Part 2 In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Pdf Fitter Book Part 3 In Hindi | Elbow Center…

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Y-Branch Formula In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Part 12

Y-Branch Formula In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Part 12 | Y-Branch कैसे बनायें Y-Branch Formula क्या है हिंदी में जाने

नमस्कार दोस्तों आज के लेख में हम Y-Branch Formula के बारे में बात करेंगे और Y-Branch Formula को बारीकी से समझेंगे आज हम Y-Branch कैसे बनाया जाता है ? Y-Branch Formula क्या है और Y-Branch Formula का इस्तेमाल करना सीखेंगे Y-Branch क्या है ? जब किसी पाइप लाइन से एक ही जगह पर एक ही साइज़ में कोई ब्रांच निकाली जाती है तो उसके Y-Branch कहा जाता है Pipe Fitter Book Part 9 In Hindi | Equal Tee Formula…

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Lateral Tee Formula In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Part 11

Lateral Tee Formula In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Part 11 | Lateral Tee कैसे बनाया जाता है Lateral Tee फार्मूला और तरीका हिंदी में जानें

दोस्तों, Lateral Tee क्या है ? Lateral Tee Formula क्या है ? Lateral Tee कैसे बनाया जाता है ? आज के लेख में हम इसी के बारे में बात करेंगे लेटरल टी बनाने के लिए पाइप या प्लेट का इस्तेमाल किया जाता है और इसके Lateral Tee Formula की जरुरत पड़ती है, तो आइये हम Lateral Tee Formula के बारे में बारीकी से जानते हैं लेटरल टी क्या है ? जब किसी पाइप लाइन हैडर से कोई ब्रांच 90 डिग्री, 45डिग्री, 60डिग्री,…

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Unequal Tee Formula In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Book Part 10

Pipe Fitter Book Part 10 In Hindi | Unequal Tee Formula In Hindi | Unequal Tee बनाने का फार्मूला और आसान तरीका हिंदी में जानें

नमस्कार दोस्तों आज के लेख में हम Unequal Tee Formula के बारे में बात करेंगे और Unequal Tee Formula के बारे बारीकी से जानेंगे आज के इस लेख में हम Unequal Tee Formula In Hindi में जानेगे और Unequal Tee कैसे बनाया जाता जाता हैइसका तरीका सीखेंगे Unequal Tee क्या है ? सबसे पहले तो आपको यह जानना होगा की Unequal Tee क्या है, जब किसी मेन पाइप लाइन से कोई ब्रांच 90 डिग्री में निकाला जाता है अलग साइज़…

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Equal Tee / Unequal Tee / Meaning In Hindi | Tee Formula In Hindi

Equal Tee Unequal Tee Letteral Tee Meaning | Unequal Tee Formula In Hindi | अनईक्वल टी कैसे बनाया जाता है फार्मूला हिंदी में जानें

आज के लेख में हम Equal Tee Unequal Tee Meaning के बारे में बात करेंगे और Equal Tee Unequal Tee Meaning में आने वाले सभी चीजों के बारे में बारीकी से सीखेंगे Fitter Meaning in Hindi| पाइप फिटर का काम क्या होता है | ITI Fitter Pipe Fitter Tools Name In Hindi | Pipe Fitter Tools Image Equal Tee Unequal Tee Meaning के ��ेख में हम Tee के बारे में बात करेंगे और जानेंगे Tee कितने प्रकार का होता, Tee…