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After sniffing your hand for a second or two, Tock looks a lot less ticked off.

Tucking his tail, Tock tsks tactfully, "Well, I suppose I could spare a leap second for you. But at the moment, I'm running late..."

Glancing at his belly, you exclaim, "Wait a minute - your clock looks right to me!"

Tock titters, "I meant that literally. I have tickets to see Tick talk about tacky tech tonight, and I need a new tux."

You are about to comment on the tautology of a dog in tails, but that would be a waste of time.

Confident that Tock shall come through in the nick of time, you head out for further adventure.