He's a Mann's man. A calculating, beguiling architech of metal that checkmates the lives of men. He makes machines that wreak havoc amongst their targets, unfolding from a simple box into a steel-hearted, oil-sweated, lead-hurling monstrosity. It makes grown men scream like lemurs and even the most staunch warriors are felled to their knees.

But he doesn't have a pocket for his pen.

Now he does.