"I'm Floppy Fists," he exclaimed enthusiastically as his fingers wrapped around the well dressed robots noggin. Then he gave a tug, but the head just wouldn't come off. He came to a start, realized that the bot in his hand was about to fire a blaster. That was bad. Floppy Fist used all of his strength to fling his other hands fingers onto the smith bots leg, hoping to pull them out from under maniacal machine.
Suddenly, the delicious sent of bacon filled the air, "Bacon!," Floppy Fists let out involuntarily. He watched as a man, who seemed to be the source of the smell, popped out of a man hole and started the other robot's head aflame. Suddenly, the hero was overcome with a coughing fit. "Oh no," Floppy Fist cried, high on adrenaline. Cecil wasn't planning on looking heroic, he just figured that this 'meat man' could be a helpful ally, as long as he wasn't dead. So, whether or not he was able to grab the bots leg, he was going to try and get to the bacon smelling man, dragging the robot if he had to.