A spare Blunty I knocked up after the ALP's shennanigans took all the air out of my Edward Snowden piece.
Everyone had thought the movie was over, but in the very last act, when all seemed lost, rising from the smoking rubble, twisted steel girders falling and crashing all around the flame scarred mono-bonded carbon armour of its outer plating, the Ruddbot spooled up its fusion stacks, threw off the last clinging ant-like warriors of the Usurper Queen and bellowed its war shout.
"Must toodle-oo! Coming Albo?"
Unsurprisingly, some commenters can't help themselves and simply had to let their humourless inner gimp off the leash.