Mannequin had only just managed to reel in the chain and reconnect his remaining arm, and was using it to attach his legs securely into place.

Hey, buddy, you’ve got a little kink in your neck over here.

I had only seconds.

Having my bugs in the area, I knew exactly where to find what I was looking for.  I hurried over to the corner and hefted a cinder block.

Ooh, what is she doing now? Making the knot more secure?

I wasn’t halfway back to the head when I saw Mannequin stand.

I misread that as “Mannequin’s stand” and I’m not even a Jojo fan.

I abandoned my plan, dropped the block and stepped away, circling him, putting distance between myself and his head.  His attention seemed to be on me.

Has he even noticed the situation with his head yet?

Had I pissed him off?

He wasn’t spinning any more, and I could see the damage the bugs had wrought.

I would not be surprised by all that Taylor just did getting him a bit irritated.

Dense webs and scraps of cloth had collected across his body, and only half of the blades had succeeded in retracting in the face of the silk, glue and other gunk.  Color streaked him, both liquid from the paints and powder from the dyes.

Looking good, pal. You could go to a fancy gala like this! I’m sure you’d fit right in.