Okay, I finished a bare 138,000 letters short of the character limit, but it still felt like a brick of descriptiveness. 

All you guys need to hurry up on the street-fights and whatnot so I can actually interact with someone. Bryson is just going to keep having more innocently devestating ideas the longer he is kept in here. Give me too long and he is going to fly out of their on the Iron Giant (plastic tho) and stomp his way into the gang war. 

And the iron giant is going to be designed to bleed blood contaminated with space Aids, spray flammable bacteria and shout nihilistic catchphrases designed to offend heroes.