[Fire Thirteen]: [Accidental Audio]

[batmanmecha]

[rustling papers signal that a comm has been turned on during some frantic search]

Calender calender... where the hell's the damn calender!

Dude, what's got yer panties in a twist?

... if that's a crack about me wearing dresses--

It's not, it's not! Chill, brah. What's up?

I need to know what today is!

... Feb Second.

... shit.

What? Dude,

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[drillsforhands]

You're old.

[batmanmecha]

... not really, no.

[drillsforhands]

Yeah, really! That's really old! *says the 'bot whose body tends to never last longer than a year*

[batmanmecha]

Well... maybe old for a child soldier, but I really am still a kid in human terms.

[drillsforhands]

And old by robot standards! I never heard of a bot older than like... ten.

[batmanmecha]

Not even those singin' ones that live in Neon?

[drillsforhands]

The useless ones?

They're not real robots.

[batmanmecha]

How are they not real robots? Damned if I've ever seen a robot look that human before. It's impressive to me.

[drillsforhands]

They're glorified radios. Real robots do more than just stand around and make pretty sounds.

[batmanmecha]

I could be totally wrong, but isn't one of them a mechanic now?

[drillsforhands]

'Unno, I don't pay attention. And anyone can be a mechanic, it's not hard.

[batmanmecha]

Still more useful than just singing though, innit?

[drillsforhands]

Not when everyone and their mom can do it. I mean, heck, me and my brothers have a CAT as our mechanic!

[batmanmecha]

... a cat?

[drillsforhands]

A space cat!

He's almost as nuts as the Doc, too.

[batmanmecha]

A space--...

This place gets weirder every damn day.