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exhausted 
Why, I'm a chrononaut, my good (wo)man...
What you might call a time traveller.
This? This is my clockwork horse.
He was made of scrap iron I had lying around.
He's a bit rusty, but he gets me where I want to go.
Professor H, at your service. Specialty? Oh, no. I'm just a dabbler. Various scientific arts. You understand.
What time is it? Why, it's...
...just after three in the afternoon.
Getting ready. (Actually, this was after I'd been up and had to dismount because my gauges were sliding down. ^^; )
My mum wanted this one.
Detail.
June 29 2009, 02:22:27 UTC 2 years ago
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