*Picks himself up from his campfire* That cranky bugger. I'll show him a million years. *Grumbles* Anybody care for a marshmallow before I storm in there and berate the guy? I wouldn't want to get sticky goodness on any vital mechanics. 😀 *Passes out marshmallows* Now then...*Walks up to the door*
Father Time: Who is it? I though I told you no ad...oh, hello HDS.
HDS: And a good evening to you, or at least it would be, if you'd stop being so cranky about visitors under a million.
Father Time: I refuse to be scolded on people skills from you of all beings.
HDS: Ah, point taken. //Aside: He seems fine, at least. No loss of vitality. 😀// Will you kindly let me in at least? Someone from our party has to check, and the Pletherians don't like you because you're so grumpy. 😀
FT: Well, you're old enough, at least. Just don't break anything.
HDS: Last time you told me that, it was YOU that broke something, as I recall. Now...*Enters the room.*
*Some time passes. HDS reemerges*
HDS: Everything seems to be in order, thank goodness. The recent explosion seems to have done no harm to even a single dial. Methinks you prevented a catastrophe. Oh, F. Time, did you even KNOW that these kind folks saved you from certain destruction? We had an actual summoned being, albeit a lower-grade one, from the abyssal plane here! I'm sure I don't need to elaborate. 😀
FT: Oh dearie, oh dearie me! All my clocks! All my timekeeping! *Father Time proceeds to fret and pace*
HDS: You should be nicer to your saviors, yanno. 😛
FT: *Hurries over to thank Kurch and Co* Oh blessed ones. Not only have you saved the clockroom, you've saved me!
HDS, whispering: His ego hasn't suffered the years badly, either. 😛