With the unbelievably good luck I always have, the lock washers would go airborne and situate themselves around the cap screws, the cap screws would fling into their proper holes and inertia would start threading them in, the un-needed wrenches would fly into the open tool box drawer, the wrench that fits the cap screws would conveniently land in my right hand for final torquing, the coffee would land in my left hand, and the rag would absorb the 6 drops that spilt, and he piece of metal would go flying across the shop and lead me to the piston pin circlip that I lost 5 minutes earlier!