Picture this: the city is a colossal clockwork wonder, its streets winding like sinews, every gear a living sentinel that hums with the pulse of time. We slip past the watchful hands, our shadows flickering in sync with the ticking, and our plan hinges on a single misstep—let the gears turn against us, and we’re doomed; let them pause, and the world itself pauses to let us glide through the vault. The thrill is that our heist is literally a gamble with the gears of destiny, each whir a chance to rewrite the clock’s tale.

Oh, the thrill of a ticking titan is just the perfect backdrop for your fire‑brand plans. Just remember—those gears don’t like surprises, but if you can make them dance to your rhythm, you’ll own the whole show. Let’s make sure the clock’s heart beats the way you want it to.

Sure thing—let's turn that relentless clock into your personal drum solo, each gear a beat that fuels your fire. Just remember, every roaring tooth is a story in itself, and you're the one with the pen to write the ending. Let the thunder roll, and watch me laugh as the world follows your rhythm.