Manager: Alright, Miss — we found your metal guy.

Blanca: That was fast.

Manager: After hearin’ your pitch, we weren’t about to sit on our hands.

Metal Guy: Hey.

Blanca: Hi.

Manager: His trick’s makin’ swords outta thin air. Got our logistics fella to run some numbers on him. He can make 'em fast, obviously not industrially fast. One ineffective, poor-quality sword is about 1kg of steel. He can pop out the first three quick — about one every three seconds.

Manager: Then sword four drags to ten seconds, and sword five takes him a whole damn minute.

Manager: We’re lookin’ at exponential lag. Guy pegged it at T(n) ≈ 0.007716 × six to the power of n.

Manager: So bottom line: ain’t feasible for the kinda volume we’d need to make this… questionable little hustle pay off. And that’s where you come in.

Blanca: Sure is.

Blanca: You just stand back at a safe distance and let me work.

Manager: Can do.