Hardhat Macadamia tore with muscles when he walked down the construction site; but stopped when he saw a wrist prone, the rest o’ its owner under a girder. ‘Cause Macadamia was such an upleft citizen, he used his miraculous muscles to lift the girder off the poor fellow.
But when he looked back down, he saw the fellow’d vanished.
He swung his head round till he heard a voice call from ‘bove, “Oy. ¿What’s the meaning?”
He looked up & saw the wrist waving up & down.
“¿Why you pickin’ me up by my shell in the middle o’ my nap, mate?”