It's an ambush! A Foxbat Battlebot attacks!
An ambushing bot falls on the balls, which more or less makes the whole trip worth it, right there.
I pummel a few more robots, and then help arrives.
Wow. A swat team. How is that car fire problem going, guys? Got that all sorted yet?
The robots are not happy:
"Delightfully zany?" I am feeling many things right now. Perhaps shame. Self-loathing maybe. But not delight. I just saved a truckload of ping-pong balls. My publicist is going to kill me if he hears about this.
Next Time: Can our hero withstand the onslaught of self-esteem destroying silliness? FIND OUT NEXT WEEK!