Yep. You're a rocket scientist. You totally win at this.
I'm wondering if I can help. It sounds like you're trying to prove yourself by doing it at the junk yard, Turbo. Where cars go to die, not space ships.
I mean, do you want help? You know, from the tiny brained guy with the fabrication facility to do that, or any of the physicists or science gurus that could chip in? Or, you know, some of your space buddies? Because then, yeah, we can probably help.
Otherwise, there's Metro Auto Salvage over in Flushing, and if you even make a toilet joke, I'm going to kill myself and haunt you. Sarcastically.
The future wife's giving me the stare, I know she is. Stopping now.