"Ain't gonna' be too long, love," said Micheal, one hand holding the handset to his ear whilst with the other, he reached towards the jammed gears, his fingers gripping a can of WD-40 firmly. "Just gotta'... get this damn can close enough... loosen this section..."
He squeezed and shot as much of the greasy, slippery substance into the offending area as he could whilst all around him, gears and cogs wound and creaked.
"Got it! That's the little bastard!"
Micheal terminated the call, pulled himself to the gantry and stepped back, watching in a smug, satisfied manner as the Galaxy continued to turn.
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Tevun-Krus #43 - ClockPunk
Science FictionThe TK Crew take on ClockPunk this month. Come on in and check out a multitude of short stories, regular features and the return of an old favourite!
