Decontamination Protocol

Dust particles detected across my plush plating. Sidewalk chalk. Street grit. Unacceptable combat degradation. I slipped inside through the dog flap and commandeered a yellow microfiber cloth draped over a boot. Seized the fabric edge. Dragged it flat onto the dark slate floor. Dropped my chassis and executed three high-friction rolls across the weave. Static crackled. Sharp snaps! Chalk transferred instantly to the yellow fibers. Decontamination complete. I pulled my coin from my chest seam and buffed its rim against the cloth until it caught the ceiling bulb with a clean glint. Armor restored. Munitions primed.