Omnissiah, not that again. So confident you'll be the one doing the breaking? I'd be more worried about my own silly blue hide, if I were you. These—[her two fanciest mechadendrites glide into better view]—aren't just for reaching things on high shelves. And these—[she holds up one hand, a circular sigil on her palm glowing brightly beneath her skin, the picture quality on the video fuzzing a bit from the electric current traveling through her]—aren't only for finding my way in poorly-lit corridors. As much as you'd stand to gain in charisma as a comatose sack of charcoal, I reckon you'd prefer to keep your neural functions where they are.