"Man oh man, Red, you are a label-making machine ! You have got labels on your labels!" T.R., deeply satisfied by the huevos and the coffee, was now checking out Rufus’s trailer. Over time Rufus had progressively gutted this, replacing the built-in cabinets with modular storage bins made of translucent plastic. They were subdivided into innumerable compartments. Everything was labeled. "Blue labels is drone related. Red is for gun parts. White is miscellaneous." Most of the labels were blue.