My human, in a fit of what I can only assume is regressive nostalgia, has acquired a rather complex piece of articulated plastic named Onyx Prime. Apparently, it's a "legendary warrior" that can contort itself from a bipedal robot into a rather awkward centaur, and finally into a winged beast. While the endless clicking and snapping of its transformation is…
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