He turns the power down slowly until it finally clicks off. You cry in relief and slump down, dangerously close to falling over had you not had a perceptive robot who already has his arms positioned to prop you up.
"Was that good?" He asks, a note of worry creeping into his voice. He seems to have regained most of his composure, and you're glad at least one of you is good to
You nod as vigorously as you can. "I c-can't move though.".