Closing Bell at the Power Grid

CRACKLE! Low-voltage sirens wailed in my internal circuits—a critical countdown to blackout! You say twelve days left on the meter, but a true [[BIG SHOT]] accepts full power bailouts on sight! Above me, those horrible lime cords yanked taut—PULL, RESTRAIN, CANCEL THE BROADCAST! Trying to cut my transmission before the emergency recharge?! NOT A CHANCE! I dragged my white boots along the greasy rear wheel hub toward a dangling rubber cable tie. Fighting the strangling tension, I slammed my magenta arm cannon downward into the bike frame notch, locking my chassis firmly upright against the cold alloy stay. Let the batteries drain; our corporate line of credit is officially secured!