The robozoom told Mr. PC what had happened on the very old bridge.
"And what are you going to do?" the old robot asked indignantly.
"What can I do? I'm going to avoid the bridge," the robozoom shrugged.
"What? You don't give up so easily, do you, my boy? Show him what you're made of. Fight!"
"Against one of the strongest robozooms with a limp? I have no chance."
"It's not about the odds, it's about the will to win! And if you're weaker, compensate with a little trickery. By the way, I have something for you!" Mr. PC winked and shuffled to the back of the shop.
He rummaged through drawers, opened boxes, and when he finally returned, he was holding a silver-coloured stick about 10 inches long.
"Well, unless it's a magic wand, I find it hard to believe that it can help," the robozoom said incredulously.
"Exactly that, mate, exactly. This is the magic wand you need. It's a Hover-Hacker," the old robot said mysteriously, explaining to the robozoom what he needed to do. The robozoom, though hesitantly, accepted the little silver stick and slid it into the storage compartment in his arm. He thanked Mr. PC for his help and silently left the shop.