So, it took us most of Saturday to get it out, clutch disc swapped, and the odd concentric slave swapped as well.
We continued working Sunday and got it all back together. Everything seemed to be going well, but when we finally got it back on the ground, we couldn't get the clutch to disengage. We worked on it another few hours without much luck, and Daniel had to get back home because he had work bright and early Monday morning.
We spent the next week spitballing what we thought had gone wrong, came up with a few ideas; which I tested during the week. No luck.
During the additional testing, there was some black rubber in the line while we were bleeding the clutch, so we decided it needed a new master. Mitsubishi masters are apparently entirely plastic assemblies that have a "twist lock" function to hold them in...

The lines for it are also push-to-connect instead of AN screw fittings... which is entirely weird to me... but technology progresses, I guess?
Came about the next weekend and spent all day trying different things, still couldn't get it to work and the last thing we could think of was that Daniel had potentially put the clutch disc in backwards... (there's JUST enough room to do so, and he couldn't clearly remember which way he'd put it in)
so.... we pulled the whole transmission back out. Thankfully for Daniel, he was vindicated when we found that he had put it in correctly.

But we still had to figure out what could be the problem. Spongy clutch pedal that has SOME pressure, but isn't disengaging the actual clutch disc...
It was about that time that while sitting down after a long day's work tinkering and trying different things that I took a closer look at the vehicle on the lift and noticed that because we had rolled it into the shop off the trailer, it was backwards on the lift. Which meant that the longer arms were the ones holding up the engine side of the car... and that meant that the front of the car was sagging JUST a bit in comparison to the rear... Saggining in a way that MAY have been just right to stop the stupid concentric slave cylinder from letting any trapped air out... so all of our bleeding efforts could have been for naught.
So we dropped the lift, put just the front arms on and lifted it so it was nose up, and then went to lunch.
We bled it again when we got back from lunch and damned if that isn't exactly what had happened.
Moral of the story?
I'm not working on Daniel's s***box any more
