All right then. What's the worst that could happen?

[A perfect arrangement of words to be etched onto a headstone.

So, V leans forward again, sticking his head beneath the sink, his gangly arms reaching out and grasping at the wrench with both hands. He slots it in place where it appears two pieces of pipe are connected, leaking a trail of water.]

Can you reach in and grab it, too? And then on the count of three, we'll try to turn it counter-clockwise.