Fixing what is broken

Tink's day started off like how most of his days do, waking up to his alarm clock screaming at him. The so called 'Harrbinger of the Day Star' otherwise known as the annoying peice of metal on his bed side table, was a bit more insistant today than he was normaly, waving the two metalic spring mounted arms about and letting it's bells ring like alarms from hell. Worst part about it from Tinks position was that he had been having a rather nice dream about.... Something..... Green? No it was about a glowy sword? Or was that a screwdriver? Either way it had been a nice dream and to be so rudely torn from it was annoying.

The usual threats from both sides were traded before the alarm bells from hell died down. Tink once again questioning why he ever thought giving an alarm clock so many noise makers was ever a good idea. Then it was his normal morning routine, quick and ineffective shower, go to the kitchen and say good morning to everyone else (Who were also annoyed at the new sleep schedule) before making breakfast, eat said breakfast while talking to the radio about recent news, brush teeth, shower more effectively, and finaly put on some pants before walking out to the junkyard to start the day.