I get a chuckle out of this. Every time I hear of someone who "notoriously" hears these things are hard to take apart. I really hate to assume this pistol has never been taken apart and cleaned properly. That's probably where I'd start. By the way, these things are exceptionally easy to take apart and don't require ANY tools to do so. Like others said, watch some youtube video's on it and you'll find it's really not too difficult..
Every time I see one of these threads, I always think back to late February 1986. Comet Halley was in the pre-dawn sky. Saturday night, a bunch of us went out east of town to see it and stayed up all night doing so. I'd been to the range the week before and found the Mk II a little sticky. I got it in my head to take it down and deep clean it. I had trouble getting it back together-- my head was still foggy from being up all night. I called my buddy, a math professor at UC, and asked him about it. He offered to have me come out to his house, and he'd show me. There was one problem: he was recovering from Chicken Pox. I told him I'd had it as a kid, so no problem.
Monday night after the trip to the comet, I went out to my buddy's house with my MK II in pieces. He had his wife's MK II and we spent the evening getting both pistols cleaned and re-assembled. It was a struggle to say the least. His wife joined in, and the 3 of us finally got the two pistols back together.
I started showing flu-like symptoms a day later. Wednesday was bad, I had to stay home from work. It got worse. Thursday afternoon, I started feeling better and called my boss to tell him I'd be in the next day. Just as I was hanging up, the blisters started. For two weeks, I had eruptions every 3 hours or so. I had blisters on blisters. I had blisters down my throat. I had blisters on my junk. I had blisters in places I didn't know existed. There would be a fever and chills, and then just as the fever broke, I'd have an eruption.
None of my friends would come and see me. I was like a leper. I was too sick to go out. The only way I got food was I'd bet this new chick at a recent Happy Hour, and she'd drop by with a bag of something or other once a day. She was a school teacher, and knew she was immune to The Pox. We started getting close through it all.
I got back to work with a serious beard which went against the dress code. I couldn't shave for 9 weeks. I looked like a leper. Shortly after I got back to work, I got laid off. My school teacher friend was off work for the summer, so she moved in and we shared expenses. I got a new job at the end of the summer, but in the mean time, we had a lot of fun.
This was how I got to dating Wife 1.0, AKA Satan.
So let's see, I lost my job. I found the Hell-spawned girl of my nightmares. I had to grow a beard to cover the scars. I haven't shaved since March 1 1986. I was also a smoker. When I tried to light-up again in June-- nogo. I had to quit cigarettes.
I have not had that MK II apart since. Frankly I've been scared of the consequences.
Don't anyone tell you that a MK II is easy to clean.