Trigger Check

Freeze frame? Not anymore! My wrists suddenly popped loose with a satisfying snap. I felt the tiny plastic grip of the golden blaster in my right hand, totally solid. Naturally, I couldn't resist—I gave the yellow-and-blue guy standing stiff as a board right beside me a quick poke on the hip with the barrel. Clack! Total silence from him, but my knees definitely bent on their own. I’m officially mobile, folks!