"Hey, Joe? Can ya pass me that wrench that's half-sticking out of my back pocket? My hands are full hanging off this ladder like this."
"Need it to fix the torus?"
"The TORUS is 30 feet beneath us, dickhead, constructed by the finest minds of our world, I don't think a 'monkey wrench' figured into their calculations and this scaffolding is the only thing stopping a full power-up... Now can you grab the damn thing...I can feel it slipping out!"
"Sure, Boss!...I got i....
...ohhhh, shit..."
