*steps out of clanking, smoking machine, covered in dust and soot*
Blast! Master timepiece out of calibration and busted a gasket, and me all out of butchers' twine and duct tape! Dreadfully sorry about that, gents. Mike ran off with the last of my bubble gum. I won't miss it, since I was all out of the Tuna Fish and Pad Thai flavors and was having to make do with Crunchy Dill Pickle. But it did leave me with absolutely no repair materials, and I keep skipping about, lately months in a jump. Inconvenient to say the least.
Anyone have something sticky I could borrow, and maybe a crowbar, for when I next see Mike? Since, after all, there's that tradition concerning when you're out of bubble gum...