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A fistful of bent plates, sheared bolts and the odd spring, still warm from whatever it was torn out of.
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Mechamutts shed it the way a dog sheds hair: in the fights and in the wear, a little at a time. Tinkers buy it by the sack and argue over which pieces are worth melting and which are worth keeping whole.