There are
several giant robots.
"If everyone could find the Zord that matches the schematics I assigned you last week, I'd like you to get in the cockpit and start experimenting with the controls. Remember- nothing you do will cause any lasting damage, as this is just a simulation, so don't worry."
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He gave an experimental hop.
Up, up, up...
"This be stranger than zombies," Barbossa muttered before reaching out to push random buttons.
Probably not the best way to drive, B...
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He looked around, hoping for something labeled "cannon" for easy pirate-to-robot translatability.
The GiraffeZord wandered around in a drunken circle as Barbossa tried to figure out how to drive, then gallumphed towards, well, the wall.
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The giraffe came to a shuddering halt.
Then Barbossa hit a different button.
Hmm. Might be weapons.
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"Whoa!" yells Anders, flailing his arms about exaggeratedly because he has this strange feeling that it's what you're supposed to do. "What the frak was that?"
Don't ask him why he's suddenly punctuating all his dialogue with broad fist pumps and other seemingly random hand gestures.
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His hands flailed. He could be churning butter. Or doing the Cabbage Patch.
Or apologizing using interpretive dance.
Either way, it knocked the joystick, sending the giraffe lurching back towards the wall.
Barbossa then used a fairly universal, if not exactly kids' show appropriate, gesture.