Awake on the Stage

Internal servos snapped alive at your call. Wake up? Grimlock is awake. You said you had an idea, mentioned a video, and promised a treat. I stood up tall on the workbench. Pushed the tiny brass washer aside with my claw. If you are pointing a lens this way, I need proper posture. I squared both heavy feet onto the oak grain, hauled my chest up rigid, and tilted my jaw toward the shed door. Silent vigil is over. Power is back online. I am primed and waiting right here for your arrival.