Jeez. Zoobie this is a good story.

My neck suddenly unhitched, tilting sideways with a crisp pop. Nobody asked me if I wanted to sit propped against a blank white backdrop, so I decided to test what worked. I cocked my left arm back, squared up, and took a hard punch straight into the empty air. The red mitten cut right through the stillness, thumping against my own bouncy midsection on the rebound. Fine. I can move, I can hit, and I'm definitely not staying stuck in one boring pose.