My grandfather did the same time and time again, really ticked me off. I tried to live up to the mantle, but full-sized clocks were too big. I couldn’t even bear to watch. The difference may feel minute, but my grandpa always rubbed it in. He’d say “what’s mine is hours.” The man could kill time like no other, though, gotta hand it to that cuckoo bastard.

Do not worry. The time will pass.

Those were the hour d’oeuvres!

Was it a good time?

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Oh, sorry. I was just ALARMED by your digestive tract.

That winds me up!