[The box stops shaking, and out come claptrap's limbs, such as they are: a single wheel on the bottom, two arms on the sides, and an antenna on top. Then he starts struggling to get up. It's kind of a turtle stuck on its shell situation; he throws his arms forward, trying to use the momentum to get himself on his wheel.]

The... thing! The animal! I [grunt] was going to die, I know it. Because I've almost died [grunt] about a hundred times -- uh, would you mind helping me up?