When in the course of human events, your folding machine eventually gets a paper jam, I have some advice for you: please don't let me try to fix it. It will just end it tears. Probably mine because I will accidentally flip the power switch and turn the machine on while my hand is wedged between two of the rollers trying to pry a wad of paper loose. And then the machine will try and fold my hand.
My hand does not fold. I have definitive proof of that now.
It was like that scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom where that bad guy gets his cape caught in the grindstone at the end of the conveyor belt.
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