Chaka chaka chaka. Chaka chaka chaka.
The swift yellow mechanostrider. Brassy yellow. Obnoxiously yellow.
Chaka chaka chaka. Chaka chaka chaka.
And the abhorrently loud mechanization was about to be all mine … all mine.
Chaka chaka chaka. Chaka chaka chaka.
“I’ll take one of these to go.” I say as I check out me reflection on the metallic surface of the mechnostrider, winking at meself.
