Can someone explain to me why the drones won't shut up about me "not being at school, teaching the bright angelic children?"
[[He laughs meanly at that.]]
As if any of you punks are angelic. No offense, guys.
[[His fingers drum on the desk, making 'tunk-a-tunk-tunk' sounds.]]
I suppose I'll get forced to do my job if I don't do it, won't I?
[[Sighing, he stops drumming his fingers.]]
Oh, and...
[[He tries to put on a filter, but it doesn't work exactly as planned.]]
I guess I owe you a cake, Mia. Teach me to bake, won't you?
[[He filters again, but this time correctly. It's sent out only to Road, Spy, and Ai.]]
If you guys want to go on a hunt for one of the drone families, tell me. I've gotta organize this thing. Mind you... it's not for food this time. Keep quiet about that.