A clawful of dullards

Who: Elwood, plus most of the skutter population
Where: the haunted castle... no, wait... a corridor
When: sometime between the last post and the end of this one
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((OOC: engaging skutter translation device))
"Howdy Elwood!" said the leading skutter at the head of an entire
posse of the 3 foot height maintainance droids; "Me and my partners
heard someone blowing their horn about some cowboy costumes"
There were a few 'Yee-haws!' from the collective group, along with
one or two hats being thrown in the air.
If he could have grinned evilly, then Elwood would have done so as he
replied.
"Certainly there are a whole bunch of 'em real close" he
said; "They're just up that ramp and through the door"
The guiltless and morally-challenged skutter bearly had time to back
out of the way as the living river of machines motored past him and
up the ramp, waving their claws in delight.
As the last droid vanished from Elwood's sight, there was a brief
moment of silence...
Then there was the unmistakable sound of metal girders creaking,
bending and snapping, plus a few mechanised squeals of surprise.
Then silence again, occasionally broken by the crackling of popcorn.
Slowly, Elwood buzzed up the length of the ramp and poked his head
through the open door before glancing down.
The remains of the platform Elwood had sabotaged lay in pieces on top
of the sea of popcorn. The skutters who unknowingly had fallen into
his trap were either offline, in pieces or stranded on the unstable
tasty surface. A few of them had escaped and left what remained of
the cinema, but it was fair to say that Elwood's plan had been a
success.
As he reversed down the ramp and made his way to the area he'd
cleared in preparation, Elwood wondered why he hadn't done this
earlier... it was so obvious, and seemed so natural...
((to be continued...))