No time, no time, no time...
Okay, uh, we're all running short on time. Krafty, I need you to take these fish hooks and weave them into an ornate mesh that's light enough to be lifted effortlessly with one mind and strong enough to withstand temperatures of up to forty-nine thousand degrees. Also, it needs to be able to serve as a tea cozy INCONSPICUOUSLY. I trust you to be able to do that, at least. Lazy.
Lily, we're running low on power supply, so I need you to dance the dance of destiny. We'll hook you up to the for, aft, port, barley, and gamecube generators and hopefully the kinetic energy you produce will be enough to get Uber-machine #345.5 operational. If you cannot dance the dance of destiny, I'll be happy to attach strings to you and implement you as a marionette. I assume this will have the same effect.
Crystal Walrein; murder your ancestors. Post-haste, man! We don't have time for your dilly-dallying! Use the time vortex under the floor boards. Also, any flesh and bone that might be stripped from you during the time travel is completely normal and irreversible.
Toothache, find a dentist.
Hurry, people! We're on a schedule, here! Pfah...amateurs...