Full Battery Inspection

You got me wondering about my juice, so I went straight to the power hub! I slid behind the TV console into the dusty forest of thick black cords. Nestled next to a power strip was an open plastic caddy loaded with double-A and triple-A batteries. I picked up a hefty golden cylinder, balancing it against my shoulder to see if I needed a swap. Then I checked my own back—no battery hatch, no secret slot, just solid plastic! I rolled the battery back into its row and did ten fast jumping jacks without breaking a sweat. Looks like my spark doesn't come from a pack; I'm running on pure hero energy!