The Right Tool

“For starters, this wrench has just about had it,” said Clem. He pointed. “Look here at the head; see how it’s all worn away? You got nothing to grip with, you can’t put much torque on it.”

Jerry nodded, trying to appear eager to learn. So far, his apprenticeship had not been what he’d hoped for.

“The right tool for the job,” Clem continued. “That’s what it’s about.”

He opened the boiler room. With a hiss, a massive reptilian form retreated into the shadows.

“All about the right tools,” said Clem. He reached for the scabbard strapped to his back.