[Newton clicks his tongue, studying the sad heap in front of him for just a moment before he begins to collect some tools — a soldering iron, some scraps of metal, the usual nuts and bolts and wires with the extravagantly over-the-top collection of wire clippers and the like (rolled up in a very nerdy tool-carrying burrito).]

Hmmm. I think I can get everything pieced back together in — thirty minutes? Give or take, depending on how clean the cuts are and how small the wiring is. It’s not like this thing is a Jaeger armament, so it won’t be criminally lengthy.

[He’s already scalping the shell off, revealing the different pieces inside.]

Oh shit, there are pennies in here. Where’d it even find pennies?

[Welcome to the show. It’s like in olden times when people watched surgeons perform from a theater room.]