Sticks the Badger emerges from the underbrush, her eyes darting suspiciously as she clutches her trusty boomerang.

“I knew it! He DID have an Obliteratorbot! Why doesn’t anybody believe me? I mean, it’s not like I’m paranoid…” She glances at her own shadow, narrowing her eyes.

“STOP FOLLOWING ME!” With a huff, she continues through the jungle, muttering to herself.

“My breakfast is plotting to kill me.” Suddenly, she freezes, spotting a glint of metal in the underbrush.

“That’ll teach you to team up with alien overlords, you robo-trash.” She hurls her boomerang with precision, dismantling the hidden robot.

“This is just ridiculous! Everyone knows when the roboapocalypse arrives, it’s the can openers that would transmit signals!”

Satisfied, she retrieves her boomerang, her paranoia momentarily eased.

“Okay, Team Sticks. The first thing you need to know is survival skills aren’t about crafting and making things pretty. It’s using what you got.” She nods to herself, confident in her preparedness for any threat that may come her way.