When Rock was feeling better, and his form shift was working again, he changed back to robot form. Human form was neat, but after feeling trapped in it for a while, he wanted to feel something familiar again. He had gone back to work trying to keep the place as dry as he could, even if it was like trying to hold the ocean back with a single solitary sand bag.

He found Max lifting his makeshift weights, blinking curiously. "Where did THESE come from?" he asked.