[ WP ] You 're a Tinkerer , a person that can create highly advanced technology . Because of this , you 're wanted by a lot of people . What they do n't know however , is that you 're are n't like the others . You ca n't make cool guns or giant robots . Instead , you make kitchen appliances .

Geoff sat on a barstool, admiring his handiwork on the pumps. 
 `` Would you look at that!'' He exclaimed to the short man who say down next to him. `` This bar is a work of art. The pumps are efficient, quiet and easily cleaned. You can draw from the cellar with barely a wave of your little finger. The cooler for the *ahem* lesser drinks is whisper quiet. And those fridges; those fridges are...'' 
 `` Geoffrey Underwood? I am Agent Stokes.'' The short man shifted to face Geoff, who became aware of a shadow looming behind him. 
 `` My associate and I have been trying to get in touch, but you seem to slip by. I am glad we have finally caught you.'' A chuckle from above, and a large meaty hand slapped onto Geoff's shoulder. 
 `` Mr Underwood, my organisation could do with a skilled Tinkerer like yourself. Name your price, but believe me'' the man's voice lowered to a growl `` You *won't* be declining our offer.'' 
 Geoff smiled and patted the paw lying on his shoulder. 
 `` I am sure you do n't want me. After all, I just make kitchen appliances. Misbehaving ones at that.'' The hand was ripped away to the sound of a cut-off scream. Geoff maintained eye contact with Agent Stokes, who had turned very pale. 
 `` For example,'' Geoff continued, `` As I was saying earlier, the fridges have a rudimentary guard dog program, to stop thieves and the like. However, they do n't seem to have grasped'minimum force' yet.'' Geoff finished his pint and stood to leave. He glanced to the corner, where the fridges were slowly bouncing the thug off the floor. He leant down to the Agent. 
 `` If you think that's bad, you should see what the egg whisks do.'' He grinned `` I'll show you if you turn up again.''
