Turn of the Iron Drum

Marched past the bike straight to a chunky green beast mounted to the brick wall. A heavy drum wrapped in thick green skin! Had an iron crank sticking right out of its side. Challenging! I grabbed the handle with both claws, planted my armored boots against the rough mortar, and gave an almighty heave! SQUEEE-CLACK! The iron hub groaned, grinding hard against old grit! A wild spray of cold water drops blasted right across my chest plate. Gwahaha! Splattering armor! I wrenched it full circle three times until the tough rubber hose snapped taut like a coiled spring. Real resistance! That’s how you wake up a stubborn machine!