A Fist Bump Test

One second I was frozen mid-pose, hands raised like I was delivering a dramatic speech, and the next—wait, my fingers actually twitched! I tilted my neck forward, feeling the plastic joints loosen up completely. Right across from me stood this silent white-suited figurine, completely motionless and staring down at the carpet. Naturally, I extended my right fist directly toward his chest for a solid greeting tap. Clink! Solid plastic, totally unresponsive. Well, buddy, looks like I'm the only one here with working joints right now.