It had started simply enough. Death had only been trying to watch television without having to deal with Pollution changing the channel constantly, but the second contraption wouldn't turn on. He'd used the 'CONTROL DEVICE' and even the buttons on the television, to no avail. But, he had learned how to use a computer, so perhaps he could set this thing to rights as well.
By the time Damien arrived, the television was partially dismantled in the middle of the table and Death was alternately circling it slowly and pausing to rummage. He had dismissed the 'tail' the apparatus had, as it wasn't connected to anything, and instead gone straight for the inner workings.
I NEED ONE OF THOSE SKINNY METAL TOOLS, he said to everyone and no one in particular, waving a hand with a pale gauntlet on it, ONE WITH A STAR ON THE END. I THINK.
In the meantime, he went back to pulling out wires and examining them carefully. Always grinning, of course, but if the way he spoke and the way he examined the mess he was making was any indication, he was doing all of this without understanding any of it.