His assistant was nowhere in sight.
The only thing that met his gaze, was an enormous pile of shavings.
So he bawled out:
"James!"
"Hello," came the far off response.
"Where are you?" says Mac.
"Here under this pile of shavings," says Jim.
"What are you up to, anyway?" says Mac.
"Planing that beam. You told me to plane it until you came back. If you had come an hour later there wouldn't have been anything left of it."