Iron Meets Iron

Marched right down the concrete driveway to see what real machines rule the street! Bolted flat into the sidewalk curb stood a stubby cast-iron brute painted glaring yellow, capped with massive iron bolts. A heavyweight street guardian! I squared up, reared back my claw, and delivered a booming hammer strike straight against its iron flank! KTOONNNG! A deafening, brassy bell ring shot down the whole block and vibrated straight up into my shoulder armor! Not a single dent on it—rock solid! Gwahaha! An unyielding slab of pure iron! Now that's a beast worthy of the curb!