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Characters: worrybot, swissarmybot, and YOU
Date/Time: August 3rd
Location: Scavengers' Yard
Rating: G
Summary: The robot takeover is beginning. Sophy and Skywalker are down in the Scrapyard looking for parts for their new minions. Well, maybe. Actually, Skywalker is just down there to look for parts. He won't say if they're for minions. And Sophy is helping. It might be minions, though. IT'S COMING. Maybe someone should thwart their questionable plans. Or something.
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Someone wandering through the Scrapyard today might find themselves listening to what seemed like one half of a conversation -- specifically, the somewhat metallic complaints of a certain golden robot being forced to do the work which required hands, and, in answer, beeps and whistles of dubious content.
"I have no idea why you want half of this," Sophy was saying, just like he'd said ten minutes before, just like he'd say again when he got tired of fishing through the parts. "Honestly, what are you building, another droid?"
Skywalker made Skywalker sounds, a beep and a long whistle which managed to sound snarky in a sort of electronic way. The other droid turned stiffly.
"I do not need a replacement," he said firmly, and turned back to the scraps.
Date/Time: August 3rd
Location: Scavengers' Yard
Rating: G
Summary: The robot takeover is beginning. Sophy and Skywalker are down in the Scrapyard looking for parts for their new minions. Well, maybe. Actually, Skywalker is just down there to look for parts. He won't say if they're for minions. And Sophy is helping. It might be minions, though. IT'S COMING. Maybe someone should thwart their questionable plans. Or something.
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Someone wandering through the Scrapyard today might find themselves listening to what seemed like one half of a conversation -- specifically, the somewhat metallic complaints of a certain golden robot being forced to do the work which required hands, and, in answer, beeps and whistles of dubious content.
"I have no idea why you want half of this," Sophy was saying, just like he'd said ten minutes before, just like he'd say again when he got tired of fishing through the parts. "Honestly, what are you building, another droid?"
Skywalker made Skywalker sounds, a beep and a long whistle which managed to sound snarky in a sort of electronic way. The other droid turned stiffly.
"I do not need a replacement," he said firmly, and turned back to the scraps.