10-08-2017, 06:30 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-08-2017, 06:30 AM by Superlagg. Edited 1 time in total.)
Robots.
Robots.
When they're not arresting Dan for doing her job, they're rolling around blowing kisses to blood-soaked murderers. More infuriating than an actual threat, she figures; the tried-and-true whack-n-scoot'll scrap even the most unfriendly buddybot. Course, this one looks a bit more rough-n-ready than little ol' Beepsky.
And what's this? It's acting like a doofus? Well that's a surprise, Dan would think if ever a shift went by where some jokester didn't convince Team Sillycon to put on a talent show.
Par for the course, she guesses. Sooner this bucket of butts gets through with it's meatbag routine, the sooner she can stave off her Donkbriety for another day. Just can't come soon enough. Heck, even a pack of Pro-Puffs would do at this point--
"Hey cap'n," says Dan, "where do y'all keep the smokemachines around here? And, uh, also the Donks, where's the Donks?"
Robots.
When they're not arresting Dan for doing her job, they're rolling around blowing kisses to blood-soaked murderers. More infuriating than an actual threat, she figures; the tried-and-true whack-n-scoot'll scrap even the most unfriendly buddybot. Course, this one looks a bit more rough-n-ready than little ol' Beepsky.
And what's this? It's acting like a doofus? Well that's a surprise, Dan would think if ever a shift went by where some jokester didn't convince Team Sillycon to put on a talent show.
Par for the course, she guesses. Sooner this bucket of butts gets through with it's meatbag routine, the sooner she can stave off her Donkbriety for another day. Just can't come soon enough. Heck, even a pack of Pro-Puffs would do at this point--
"Hey cap'n," says Dan, "where do y'all keep the smokemachines around here? And, uh, also the Donks, where's the Donks?"