Carver stepped to the far side of the table, where Finkelstein's short arms couldn't even reach his feet, as he dropped the wrench down his gullet. Then he waited for his creator to wheel around the table before stepping back and swallowing a screwdriver. Then went the pliers. Then some little measuring device he'd never bothered to learn the name of. Then a different kind of screwdriver. All went clattering down into the depths, echoes storming out of his mouth as they knocked into his cage and bounced off of the exoskeleton walls.

When it was done, he smiled down at the Doctor and blinked his mechanical eyes oh-so-sweetly. "Aren't you happy, [i]Dad[/i]? I [i]saved you time[/i] tinkering with all your mechanical toys and whatsits. Now you can focus on things like learning how to cook your [i]own damn soup[/i]!"