1 - Unboxing

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[In the middle of a sizable clearing, a large vertical crate is unloaded by a forklift and set down, the forklift immediately retreating from view. The 7-foot-tall crate is covered from top to bottom in customs stickers and labels of ports of entry. One large one from a Norse railway of some sort and another from some television group of some fraternity. Regardless, amid the myriad labels and stamps, stencil-sprayed caution labels in numerous languages. "Danger," "Caution," "Explosive Materials Contained Within."

The crate sits immobile for a few moments before it begins to rock to-and-fro, nails hammered deep in seeming to come undone. After a moment of stillness, the entire front of the box is propelled forward, launching an explosion of packing peanuts as a robot dressed in white and blue garb steps out, stomping a foot down against the earth.]

ONCE AGAIN, I HAVE ARRIVED.

Direct me to the bitches.