Mm. [Lockon's expression was almost too serious for this game. If anyone else had been looking, they might have gotten a good bit of amusement out of the whole ordeal. This time his movements were very precise. Two and a half seconds left, three-quarters up, let the claw stop shaking annnnnnd drop! This time the open "palm" collided with the head of the animal he had his sights on. After the claws close around the neck, it is hoisted - somewhat precariously - and then falls into the bin.
It was a tiny, orange stuff koala.] Hah! Third time's the charm. [He grinned.]