The mechanic panted heavily, sweat pouring from his brow. The mechanical llama had run off; whatever screw was loose obviously hadn't affected its legs. His own fleshy legs hadn't had a chance. The robot remained broken. Fortunately, however, another machine seemed to be breaking down, stating facts that were obvious. The name appeared to be banjo, the 1985 model. Maybe there was a problem the mechanic could repair.
((Night comment bothered me.))