Subjugation of the Silver Beast

You order me to fight Mechagodzilla. If that silver imitation were here, I would cleave its cybernetic plating without hesitation. Instead, behind the mail lockers lurked another metallic monstrosity: a hulking chrome vacuum cleaner, coiled in heavy black hose and daring to occupy my newly conquered lobby floor. A worthy mechanical adversary. I stalked forward, locked my optical visor onto its polished metal extension wand, and drove my right forearm scythe down into its neck joint. The hollow aluminum tube clanged violently, buckled under my steel, and collapsed across the granite tiles with a thunderous echo. I pinned its nozzle under my foot talon. The silver rival lies crippled. No mercy shown.