"Can you get into my toolbox and pass me a wrench? It's the small ratcheting socket wrench – green rubberized handle, and it's, uh, got some numbers stamped on the shaft."
...ah. Well. Perhaps he should have expected this development.
"A ratcheting socket wrench," he repeats, articulating each syllable in such a way that he cannot possibly know what he is looking for. But let it never be said that the unknown has ever stopped the Fool from venturing forth--he won't be daunted now.
He steps over to what he can only suppose is the toolbox and bends over it to examine the selection of whosits, whatsits, and thingamabobs on display, carefully considers his options, and then plucks up the dullest looking one he can find. (Rubber, at least, he is familiar with.) "This one?" he asks, holding, uh, something, aloft for Tony's inspection.
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...ah. Well. Perhaps he should have expected this development.
"A ratcheting socket wrench," he repeats, articulating each syllable in such a way that he cannot possibly know what he is looking for. But let it never be said that the unknown has ever stopped the Fool from venturing forth--he won't be daunted now.
He steps over to what he can only suppose is the toolbox and bends over it to examine the selection of whosits, whatsits, and thingamabobs on display, carefully considers his options, and then plucks up the dullest looking one he can find. (Rubber, at least, he is familiar with.) "This one?" he asks, holding, uh, something, aloft for Tony's inspection.