God, if Heiji had had a phone or a camera or something, they could have taken a picture. As it was, Heiji shaded his eyes against the brightness of the electricity sparking off of the robot, looking enormously satisfied with the results.

Teenage bullshit: number one killer of horror movie robots.

He grabbed for Hershel's hand to shake it. "Hey, congratulations. I think this counts as at least adventure number three or somethin'. You can tell your folks all about how ya defeated a marauding robot!"