Another day at Inferno High goes by, and it’s gym period. You notice a tall machine, a rustic yellow with a scrappy self-made appearance. As you approach, you watch him dunk a basketball easily, spinning it on his finger after it lands, because he can. Swordsmachine’s tall head turns to you, and he speaks in a deep, robotic voice.

[‘SUP. JUST SHOOTING SOME HOOPS. WHAT’S GOING ON?]