Well the first thing I had to do was untangle the laser... I hate when I get my laser all tangled up like that... got put your foot up and pull really hard. But after I finally got it untangled I checked the fluid levels and they were fine. But I discovered that doohicky thingamabob was loose so I had to tighten it down with the whatchamacallit wrench, but of course, the whatchamacallit wrench was set on the wrong setting and I ended up tearing a hole in the space time continuum. Well, after several hours of mending the rip with my trusty hairpin transmorgrafier and a whole lot of timey wimey thread, I discovered that the laser bit was crooked.... AGAIN! (I guess I bumped it while repairing the hole). So back to pulling out the whatchamacallit and this time I remembered to set it to the proper wavelength before I attempted to tighten the doohicky thingamabob. After several moments of sweating bullets, it was tightened and the bit was straight. I tested it out and it seemed to be working properly until I realized that I couldn't find my car keys. I think they may have fell thru the rip in the continuum I had made earlier. So now after doing many calculations and figuring out the logistics, I surmised that my keys were going to end up reappearing somewhere over New Jersey at a house owned by one Arnold Cromwell on Hemmingway Lane at 2:35pm 3 weeks later. So I researched the web, found his address and contacted him asking him that when my car keys show up, would he please overnight them back to me and I gave him my address. 4 weeks past and I got a package in the mail that not only contained my keys but also a stern note from said Mr. Cromwell telling me in no uncertain terms that man was not meant to fiddle with the laws of space time and that if it ever happened again he was going to turn me into the proper authorities, oh and he hoped that I enjoyed the lovely fruitcake that his wife had made. So needless to say, you've got to be extremely careful when messing with those laser bits. I was lucky that nothing more dangerous had occured during my experience changing my bit out. But it could have been alot worse. I know I've heard of people changing the very fabric of reality and accidentally turning their children into large french hens with as stigmatism and a craving for peanut brittle! So let this be a warning in the future!! You can never be too careful!