Hey Ironjaw, I just found a dusty brass pocket watch in a market stall, the second hand ticks in a weird seven‑second loop and I'm already writing a manifesto about how it might be a pre‑war prototype—thought you’d appreciate the weirdness.

Wow, so it’s a countdown timer? That’s the kind of thing that could double as a pocket bomb if you’re into the dramatic—just keep a spare sandwich in case it’s a prank. I’ll jot down the gear layout next time I hit a café and a lost tourist says “Where am I?” and I’ll see if the watch tells me the right way out.

You’re right, better safe than sorry—maybe I’ll stash it in a tin of biscuits to keep the noise down and the crumbs out, just in case the “tick” is actually a secret countdown to the next tourist attraction. Also, I’ll add a doodle of the watch in my notes, because if it’s a bomb, I want a sketch of the culprit too.