It turned out to be a very bad way to start the truck, but Jack Dalton wants Mac to patent it as an exercise machine.
Rrrrrrrip. No start. Rrrrrrrip. No start. Rrrrrrrip. No start. Do it enough times and you break a sweat, increase your heart rate, and get rrrrrrripped.
Mac, ever practical, points out two flaws in Jack's plan. 1) As exercise plans go, it's not particularly pleasant, and probably won't catch on. 2) No way is he going to give Jack 60% of the profit just for suggesting this alternate use.
Jack says Mac can't blame a fellow for trying (Mac privately disagrees) and the Lady Scientist of the Week points out that Mac was already rrrrrrripped, so before-and-after studies will need to be done to test whether it really is an effective exercise tool. Naturally there will need to be plenty of (shirtless) measurements and other data taken. Pulse. Respirations. The effect of this exercise versus another form which also increases pulse and respirations. That sort of thing. She smiles warmly and suggestively.
If it's the beginning of the hour, Mac looks pleased. If its the end of the hour, and she might become an entanglement [*gasp*, *shudder*] he looks mildly alarmed and suddenly has other Very Important Things to Do. So sorry. He can't stick around for that; Pete's ordered him off to Tanzania to study maribou. Maybe she should gather data with Jack? He could stand to get rrrrrrripped. Yessiree.
Jack suddenly decides that it was a bad idea, and did he hear Tanzania? He met a guy in a bar once who gave him a map to the real hiding place of the Arc of the Covenant, and he'd be willing to fly Mac to Tanzania for a little help with a treasure hunt...
They exit bog-left, still arguing about whether Mac is going to help Jack with his hunt or not, and what kind of a buddy Mac would be if he didn't, and the Lady Scientist of the Week sits in the truck, wondering what she did wrong, and asking plaintively "Hey, MacGyver, wait! Aren't you going to start my truck?"
Did anybody besides me notice how the juxtaposition of objects in the photo almost makes it look like he's trying to start a hybrid vehicle: a covered wagon with a truck engine?
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Back to the drawing board, Mac...
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Rrrrrrrip. No start. Rrrrrrrip. No start. Rrrrrrrip. No start. Do it enough times and you break a sweat, increase your heart rate, and get rrrrrrripped.
Mac, ever practical, points out two flaws in Jack's plan. 1) As exercise plans go, it's not particularly pleasant, and probably won't catch on. 2) No way is he going to give Jack 60% of the profit just for suggesting this alternate use.
Jack says Mac can't blame a fellow for trying (Mac privately disagrees) and the Lady Scientist of the Week points out that Mac was already rrrrrrripped, so before-and-after studies will need to be done to test whether it really is an effective exercise tool. Naturally there will need to be plenty of (shirtless) measurements and other data taken. Pulse. Respirations. The effect of this exercise versus another form which also increases pulse and respirations. That sort of thing. She smiles warmly and suggestively.
If it's the beginning of the hour, Mac looks pleased. If its the end of the hour, and she might become an entanglement [*gasp*, *shudder*] he looks mildly alarmed and suddenly has other Very Important Things to Do. So sorry. He can't stick around for that; Pete's ordered him off to Tanzania to study maribou. Maybe she should gather data with Jack? He could stand to get rrrrrrripped. Yessiree.
Jack suddenly decides that it was a bad idea, and did he hear Tanzania? He met a guy in a bar once who gave him a map to the real hiding place of the Arc of the Covenant, and he'd be willing to fly Mac to Tanzania for a little help with a treasure hunt...
They exit bog-left, still arguing about whether Mac is going to help Jack with his hunt or not, and what kind of a buddy Mac would be if he didn't, and the Lady Scientist of the Week sits in the truck, wondering what she did wrong, and asking plaintively "Hey, MacGyver, wait! Aren't you going to start my truck?"
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