Well, that sounds like complete nonsense. Aziraphale sighs and slides off the couch, coming around to inspect the victimized timepiece. "Well, that sounds like a problem you should take up with either a governing entity or yourself. Certainly nothing breaking a clock is going to fix."

He picks up the pieces tenderly and lets them fall back together, mending the mechanisms and the lovely outer shell, so it's good as new. He beams and replaces it on the mantle. "There, now. All better."

This done, he puts his hands on his hips and faces his petulant company. "Now then, what's to be done about this mood of yours?"