Ratchet blinked. The sunlight burst into the room like a shower of confetti, blinding him. Clank had opened the door and paced towards his bed.
"Wake up, Ratchet, we have important matters to attend to. My magnum opus is nearing completion," he said.
Ratchet groaned wearily. "So by 'nearing completion' you mean you've decided to abandon the project?
"No Ratchet, I mean there is but a few hours before the work is complete and the Sky Patrol have assistance in defending Veldin."
"Can you repeat that in English please? And not your 10th-Century version," said Ratchet, rubbing his tired eyes. In truth he knew exactly what Clank meant, but he knew how amusing it was when his little robot friend became cantankerous.
"Come on Ratchet!" said Clank impatiently, grabbing the Lombax with a steely cold arm. He dragged Ratchet out of their sleeping quarters and across the war-torn battlefield. He led him into a cwm to a little paddock. Before them towered a huge machine, about twenty feet tall, completely overshadowing the entire valley. Clank beckoned at the behemoth, as if expecting a comment.
Ratchet was befuddled. "Erm... it's very big... it's..."
"Colossal?" added Clank helpfully. Ratchet nodded. "Yes, I have called it the Kolossus 3000, Protector of the planet."
"Pop? I like it..."
"No, Ratchet, Kollosus..."
"Pop makes it seem friendly, a fatherly figure, but then once it's tempted the enemy into its facade, the jaws snap..." Ratchet continued, ignoring Clank's pleas.
"So what exactly does Pop," –Clank winced- "do," said Ratchet, feigning interest.
Clank, as if invigorated by the prospect of giving a demonstration, smiled in his own unique way, revealing a black abyss resembling one's gullet; it acted as a passageway into the inner workings. "Well, you see this arm? Well when an unidentifiable craft comes within the sky Patrol's vicinity, the sensor," he began to explain, indicating the numerous parts as he droned on, "will send a transmission and the machine will instinctively transmit a shield device, preventing the craft from approaching any further until Sky Patrol can classify it and its crew, if applicable, and judge entry to be safe..." On and on he babbled, uttering incomprehensible terminology until Ratchet had fallen into a silent stupor.
"Help me! Please! I need help! No- no- STOP!"
"I command you to leave this girl alone! Refrain from hurting the innocent!"
"She is not innocent."
"No! Please... HELP!!!"