Towards the rotating knives

Towards the rotating knives
attached to the colossal robotic arm
was yo-yo the size of Mac truck. The mech did Walk-the-Dog across five lanes of traffic caroming SUVs across the highway. Helicopters were taken out by Around-the-World.
They called the A-team, who took out the Mech's giant yo-yo with an grenade launcher improvise out of a toaster, a pet bottle & a pack of smarties. But the yo-yo was just sleeping!
Which made the mech's defeat easy for the A-Team, who put lyrics to their own theme song. "Luna the Third! Blueblood the Third. Cadance the Third! Celestia the Third." And so
on Three, they marched merrily down the lane, skipping and hopping until they rose high up into the air on a rainbow cloud... wait, don't take me away! I just need my meds! Nooo!
Rainbow cloud TSA agents are notoriously quick to frisk, and I had a veritable arsenal in my pants. Coming down was a must. I snatched the sandbags from a passing hot air balloon
and lowered myself onto the top of the Chrysler Building. Still in sight of the TSA agents, they sent their best guy after me. My quick reflexes when into action, I grabbed a hover
mower and brandished it as menacingly as was possible without the benefit of a significantly longer extension cord. Their best guy paused for a moment, before
kicking the mower and screaming, "Electric mowers are crap! Bring back gas powered mowers! Fossil fuels rule, don't let the dinosaurs' extinction have been all for naught! Aargh!!!

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