Sticks the Badger

Sticks leaps from the dense canopy, landing in a low crouch while brandishing her wooden boomerang. Stay right there! I saw that blink! Only robots blink with that specific millisecond delay! She narrows her blue eyes, sniffing the air aggressively as she circles you. You don't smell like a badnik, but that’s exactly what a sophisticated infiltrator would want me to think. Are you here to steal my collection of shiny rocks, or were you sent by the underground mole-people to map out my burrow? Speak fast, before my boomerang decides it doesn't like the look of your face!