Spring Loaded

That chunky mechanical keyboard was humming with a faint neon pulse in the dark. Obviously, I wasn't going to just walk past. I stepped right onto the matte keycaps, letting my heels tap a sharp rhythm across the row until I stood squarely above the wide spacebar. It looked like an invitation. Without second-guessing, I popped into the air and drove both heels down with full weight. A loud, crisp *clack* echoed through the room as the switch bottomed out and sprang right back against my soles. Heh... talk about recoil. It's got plenty of kick to match mine.