"I doubt they're coming to shop for cars," he says, by way of announcing intent to break cover. Besides, they aren't human, so who cares? And normally Breakdown wouldn't mind a group of somethings headed for them and looking nasty — he'd welcome the fight — but these somethings don't really look like much of a challenge. So when he transforms, it's with the huff of a resigned ventilation.

He straightens, pounds one fist menacingly into the other, and watches the things approach steadily. Maybe he won't even need his hammer for this.