Dr Hutch

I was doing some spannering last week, when, as is usual, I dropped the smallest of the bolts I had to deal with. I watched it as it fell, bounced, and shimmered through a wormhole in the space time continuum.

I don’t know where it went, but I assume that somewhere there’s someone who has an endless supply of tiny bolts, nuts and the occasional Allen key that keep appearing in their toolbox with no, who always has a suspiciously endless supply of spare bits and pieces.