BEN, STOP THIS VICIOUS SKYWALKER CYCLE OF HANDLESSNESS.

Whiplash stared at the stump left where his hand had once been and made an annoyed noise. Robot limbs were so flimsy these days.

Any witty remark he had planned was interrupted by a red and silver blur knocking him out of the house and onto the lawn through what had been a rather nice picture window. Tony. So much repair work. So much.