I gathered my bugs into another formation.  We were running low on silk, but I’d have to deal.

He stepped forward, and his movements were more awkward than usual.  Good.  That might mean the ball joints weren’t in pristine condition anymore.

What is it with Taylor and messing up men’s balls?

He moved again, disconnecting the chain to free himself from the metal frame I’d tied the neck-chain to.  He wasn’t focusing on me.  I felt out with my bugs and sought his target.

Huh. I guess he didn’t care enough about keeping the head attached, after all. I wonder if he can easily reconnect the chains? It doesn’t seem that way, what with the leg, but maybe that one sustained damage to the chain’s connectors rather than the chain itself?

So is he looking at the crowd again or is there someone here that Taylor isn’t aware of? Imp, maybe? Though again, I’m sure both Grue and Coil would want her to be in her and Grue’s territory right now.

His arm.  It crawled weakly for him, using the fingertips to scrape forward.

Ohh.