A Little Nudge

Wait a second. My joints aren't glued stuck? I gave my right wrist a sharp little flick, and boom—the toy blaster actually tilted in my grip. I turned my head toward the intensely gloomy, armor-stacked guy towering right beside me. He didn't budge an inch. To double-check reality, I reached out my left glove and tapped his rigid black combat boot with my knuckle. Clack. Completely solid, completely frozen. But me? I'm fully un-stiffened and ready to roll.