[Video post, go!]
[There's a bit of jostling as the comm is set down on something, and when the scene clears, it becomes apparent that we are in a junkyard. After a couple seconds, Sentinel walks into the frame. He approaches a rusted-out old car, cracks his knuckles, picks it up and throws it. A couple seconds later, it can be heard landing somewhere off-screen with a loud clang.
Wearing an undeniably pleased and somewhat doofy-looking smile on his face, Sentinel pumps his fist victoriously.]
Yes!
[Then he looks at that fist, makes a face, takes the ever-present bottle of Purell out of his pocket and sanitizes his hands.]