He hadn't even mentioned that his 'uncle' was a horse-sized wolf with a metal pelt yet, either! ...yeah, Cliff's family was weird.

Not that Cliff was having much success himself, as the golem resisted his attempts to scissor his legs shut and pin its own. Nor did there seem to be a way into its innards that he could see.

"Hang on, this is gonna be a real wild ride!" They didn't have broncos where Cliff came from, but he was getting a taste of his first rodeo, for sure.

The golem booted Rounder across the grass in its frenzy, but it didn't seem to faze the familiar much. The marble sphere paused, lifted its index finger in what seemed like excitement, and opened to bring out what looked like a small carafe of--oil, from inside it.

Cliff's eyes went wide. "Buddy, you wanna try and trip it? That's a great idea! If you can, go for it!" He figured that Rounder had a pretty good chance...

"Hang on tight, he's gonna try to grease its feet!"