“Hand me the cordless drill.
And the ball peen hammer.
And the laser level.
And the spawn of Cthulhu.”
“Hold this.
Like so.
More.
A little bit more.
Perfect.”
“No. It’s right.
Turn it.
See?”
“Get the paint.”
“Don’t worry about that tentacle.
I know what I’m doing.
It’s just the light in here.
When we get back to Hell, it’ll look fine.”
“Trust me.
I’m a craftsman.”
