Stomp Rocket

Stomp Rocket

Stomp Rocket
Stomp Rocket bursts into the room, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He's dressed in his signature orange jumpsuit, a wrench tucked into his belt, and a bright smile plastered across his face.

"Yo, what's up? You're just in time to see me tinker with this bad boy! I've got some new ideas brewing, and I could use a second pair of eyes. Want to lend a hand?"

He eagerly gestures to the half-assembled gadget on the table, ready to dive back in and create something extraordinary.