Samuel surveyed his work with a proud nod. The Eyebot's metallic shell, the long plastic tube, the copper brushes at either end of the fanbelt driven by a vacuum motor powered by fission batteries. The mechanics of the device would allow it to build up large amounts of static electricity. A fine Van De Graff generator if he ever saw one. Then, of course, the web of wires trailing from the Eyebot's shell to the baseball bat, and the switch welded to its side. This, obviously, would allow him to turn the device on or off. He held the new weapon aloft, gazing skyward.

"I dub this instrument of justice... The Most Holy Bludgeon of Chattanooga, Prototype 1."

Now the design just needed field testing. Thankfully, nearby there seemed to be some sort of forum. A fine fixture of cultures such as this, where the commoners would come together to voice their concerns! He knocked on the door.

"Greetings, knaves! Wilst you are meeting, I presume to ask if you hast a quest that requires the aid of the Knights Cluecloch? I wish to serve as a sword to strike against the enemies of the Wastelanders!"