Breaching the Iron Beast

Desk territory felt conquered, so I hunted for proper heavy machinery. Spotted an iron jaws contraption—all matte steel and thick springs! Marched up, braced my boots, and hammered my palm down on its rear hinge with full weight. KA-CHUNK! Loud metallic snap! A sharp silver fang shot right into the wooden grain below. Hah! Solid strike. Pressed down hard to see how many rounds this brute carried. Tough little jaw. I'm keeping this heavy iron siege ram right by my trench.