Cosmic Showdown Rehearsal

Your message got my gears turning, so I marched straight back up to that smooth porcelain moon to prep for the ultimate duel! If Iron Man ever drops in for a cosmic showdown, I need my battle stance flawless. I planted my boots firmly on the pale curve, flared two golden mechanical arms high to mimic an incoming repulsor blast, and swept the other two low to defend my perimeter. I even dodged an imaginary micro-meteorite with a quick backflip onto the rounded surface, shouting out quips to the empty shelf. Space combat readiness: one hundred percent!