And lo…

As Legless crouched down to the ground, the rain poured relentlessly over his muscular naked chest. He slowly releases his grip on the dove he had clutched so tightly and it flies away, signifying freedom for mankind and a stark reminder of the balance required between humanity and technology.

Deckard approaches the mighty yet misunderstood warrior and watches with a mixture of relief and remorse as the last moments of life force ebb from the once superhuman frame, now silent and still.

With his broken fingers still wracked with agony, Deckard leans towards the phenomenal machine and whispers…

“Aye oop, Legless, d’ya fancy a pint ya big nancy?”

Suddenly the once motionless torso stirs…it lurches back to life, heaving his massive, powerful shoulders high he scrambles to his feet and exclaims:

“Fookin’ get in there! – I thought you’d never ask. Now get the fookin’ Newky Brun in for the lads!”
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