Hot Socks was being pushed in a line towards large pods. He deduced that if they were trying to put people into pods, they would probably be collectors. He decided to stop playing along with these so called collectors, and waited for his time to strike. Waiting... Waiting... The time wasn't coming. The rhythm of those pushing him was unbreakable. He couldn't just get their attention like that. Something had to help him when a loud thud hit the roof. The guards were disoriented for a mere moment, but it was enough. He slammed his metal fist into one of the guards stomach, and charged past them, towards the nearest doorway. Anyone caught in the way would have to experience the full force of a fully charged Brass Knuckle Punch.