T-Man's only failing is that in the morning he goes off with a half-dozen spanners and his oily rag....tweaking this, adjusting that, but somehow at the end of the shift he often comes back with fewer spanners.....
Then, mysteriously, late at night when no-one's around, a strange clunking sound emanates from a dark corner, accompanied by the staccato 'tinkle' of flaying teeth....
And the lights go out....ALL round the world......
