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[The communicator lies very close to the ground, based on a view bisected by sickly black-green grass and expansive sky. Something reflective and bronze-colored flashes across the screen, blurred by motion, before an unblinking, ruby-irised eye fills the entire image. Othar's voice exudes anxiety.]

By all that is well-polished! Impossible!  Even the Other would not inflict such demeaning torture on her prisoners without executing them forthwith.

[The owner of the eye backs up, revealing not a head but only a circular bronze frame and its four mechanical limbs. Judging by the grass at its metal feet, the contraption stands less than a foot tall. Its single eyelid tries to reflect the frustration already demonstrated by the figure's waving of a silver sprocket in challenge towards the sky.]

The Spark responsible for this crime against physics will suffer like none before, if only someone would point me in their direction! Now, if I might simply find a few iron shavings, a tesla coil, and a dab of weasel grease, I should have this reversed in no time...

[The contraption walks off and the communicator soon turns face-up, apparently dragged along by its newly-diminutive owner.]