“I think its fist is flying at us!!” Shelly screams, pointing forcefully at the holographic monitor surrounding the control deck of the giant robot, Force Pumper, which she co-pilots with three other young adults. They stand posed on a transparent platform, encircled by a panoramic view of the landscape beyond the robot’s chest.
“MISSILE PUNCH!!” A shrill male voice cries out from a distance, magnified in volume by passion to echo over the badlands; whereupon erupts the duel between the blue-and-white mecha, Force Pumper, and the World’s Most Legendary Robot, the Green and Gold Galunga J.
Indeed, the ninth J-series robot has launched its fist—by rocket power and at cruising speed—in the direction of its enemy, Force Pumper.
“Heh! Punching missiles out of the sky is MY specialty!” Bargunk snarls, pounding a massive fist into his open palm as he smirks widely across a brick wall of chin. Just as Missile Punch is nearing Force Pumper, Bargunk forcefully pumps his own fist, causing that of his robot to move in synch—colliding with the charging fist of the opponent in cacophonous clang.
The disembodied fist of The World’s Most Legendary Robot, Galunga J, only loses a fourth of its momentum from the impact, though, and Force Pumper is pushed back—heels dug into the dirt and lifting it in massive piles—as Bargunk grits his teeth—pained by his empathic connection to the robot under his control.
“DIG IN DEEPER, SID!!” Calls out the twinkish blonde boy, Sam, who winces as he places all of the pressure he can into his right leg that is currently bracing the robot’s balance; while his twin sister Sid’s left leg is pushed directly down, and starts to crumble under the pressure.
“I’M... AAAHH, TRYING!!!” Sid hollers, reeling from the pain that she perceives in her robot as though her own ligaments were ripping from bone.
“!!” Shelly reaches out with the robot’s right arm and grabs the wrist of the neverendingly-propelled right-fist of the World’s Most Legendary Robot, Galunga J. Pulling with all of her might like the fist were a hatchet stuck in a log, she brings the speed of the object to equilibrium with her robot. All four pilots of Force Pumper exert all of their strength in keeping the Missile Fist of the World’s Most Legendary Robot, Galunga J, at bay.
That’s when the World’s Most Legendary Robot, Galunga J... LAUNCHES ITS OTHER FIST!!
“MISSILE PINCH LEFT!!” Once more cries out the impassioned voice of Carnival Jack—the six-foot-six and six-fingered (on the left hand) pilot of The World’s Most Legendary Robot, Galunga J. Barefoot, jacked, and draped in bandages from the ankles to the traps and halfway down the biceps, his long orange hair splashes down to his ankles from the tan skin on his head, and animates as he strikes an ass-kicking pose, with his left fist thrust forward and launching Missile Punch Left.
Shelly, Bardunk, Sam and Sid holler, eyes wide in shock, bracing for impact—all still fully exerted keeping the first fist at bay—as they bear horrified witness to Missile Punch Left growing larger on their monitor until smashing into Force Pumper’s chest with another cacophonous clang.
The impact lifts Force Pumper clear off of its feet and into the air—rattling the cockpit so hard that the pilots lose footing and their monitors short-circuit. Missile Punch Left carries Force Pumper fifty meters through the sky, and then off of a cliff’s edge to a four-thousand-foot drop; and then it continues flying, along with the first Missile Punch, for several miles over the basin below, until one lands in a lake, splashing up enough water to feed the trees extra for a month, and the other lands a while further in a corn field.
Inhaling deeply inside the cockpit of an armless robot, Carnival Jack can only barely hear the crunching boom of Force Pumper as it crashes into the cliffside on the way down, and finally explodes at the canyon’s bottom.