Warehouse tour - Tools of the Trade
August 26th, 2008 by SebastianThis is an exclusive top-secret sneak-peak into the various tools and machinery we use to produce all those fine t-shirts you get to enjoy on a regular basis. In fact if you’re reading this, and looking at the photos, there’s probably armed men heading to your house right now.

Mr. Eliminator eliminates screens? I have no idea what that machine eliminates, but suffice to say it’s surrounded by a lot of screens (the wooden stacks).

This is no ordinary tape gun. As you can see its been battle damaged on a few occasions and bears the scars of our epic struggle to repel foreign barbarians. It’s the Japanese packing specialist’s second favorite tool of destruction, and his number one favorite tool of taping things.

The Conveyor Belt of Doom. We’ve tried to surf this thing a few times, but only after a few terrific wipeouts did we learn that it’s probably more advantageous as a tool for moving rather than people.

Big Daddy printer. This is the automatic press that can spit out shirts faster than you can smell the ink fumes invading your lungs, only to cause popcorn lungitis after years of repeated exposure to miniature paint particles! As long as you position the shirts properly this sucker can spit out about sixty thousands shirts an hour. Give or take sixty thousand.

More lonely screens. These things take up too much damn space.

Mount SplitReason. Of-course we still need the raw goods to print our designs on, and because we’re only in the business of treating our grown-up employees like slaves, someone else still has to dedicate the child labor to produce our fine garments. (fact check: 99% of our shirts are made in North America by adult slaves, don’t worry kids we sort of have a conscience)
The key is not to disturb Mount SplitReason as its prone to box avalanches, and if you’re caught up in one of those you may be trapped under a metric tonne of cotton and cardboard; your only hope of survival, eat your way out and pray that your digestive tract realizes this a life and death situation.

Just look at all that beautiful ink. It’s like a pantone color palette had one too many to drink and proceeded to pay homage to the porcelain gods.





A solitary screen awaiting a reprint order of the Wiicked or TetraGrammaton Cleric design.

Mr. Eliminator (aka the dryer), awaits for someone to feed him some t-shirts he can scorch.













































