Dr. Smith fished a piece of machined steel out of his pants pocket, eyeballing it above the thing he was working on. He shook his head and set it down on the table, it wasn’t going to fit.
Bip
Boop
Bonk
“Sir?”
“Yes, Jeeves?”
Dr. Smith picked the thing up and squinted at it; a solution presented itself.
“How do you like my hallowe’en costume?”
Dr. Smith smiled. “I see what you did there.”
