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[ When the feed activates, it's immediately apparent that Tony has decided to tackle this missions thing head-on; in fact, he's working on three of them at the same time.
His right hand holds a pencil, scribbling down notes and sketching out blueprints for some kind of surreal laser light show machine that could probably double as a weapons system if the lasers were replaced with... you know, lasers, but the other kind. Given how detailed the blueprint seems to be, he's probably about ready to get to work on throwing it together. Laser light show artist: CHECK.
His left hand is a bit more interesting - it's adorned in a mechanical exoskeleton, metallic red in color, and is tirelessly plucking peanuts from a small mountain at his side, effortlessly crushing them in the palm of his robotic hand before dumping the remains in a bin so he can repeat the process again. Peanut crusher: CHECK.
Between his lips is a straw, which leads to a large neon-green can labeled PSYCHO-BUZZ in obnoxious orange font - an energy drink, and from the way he's working nonstop on the other two tasks? A rather effective one, at that. Energy drink tester: CHECK.
He drops the straw from between his teeth for a moment, glancing at the camera as he continues to scribble notes and smash dem nuts. ]
Does anyone else find it odd that an amazingly advanced ship like this still needs someone to manually crush peanuts? Hell, Earth was probably centuries away from some of the tech I've seen around here and even we managed to get a machine to smash things for us.
[ Another sip from that horrendous can before he continues: ]
Oh, before I forget. I already met Fang, but who else is sleeping in room 3-31? Seems a little strange that I haven't bumped into you guys yet. I don't bite, I promise.
[ A pause, and he purses his lips with a thoughtful frown. ]
Well... maybe I lied a little. Oh well. End feed.
[ The voice recognition in his Guide accepts his command, and the feed cuts off. ]
His right hand holds a pencil, scribbling down notes and sketching out blueprints for some kind of surreal laser light show machine that could probably double as a weapons system if the lasers were replaced with... you know, lasers, but the other kind. Given how detailed the blueprint seems to be, he's probably about ready to get to work on throwing it together. Laser light show artist: CHECK.
His left hand is a bit more interesting - it's adorned in a mechanical exoskeleton, metallic red in color, and is tirelessly plucking peanuts from a small mountain at his side, effortlessly crushing them in the palm of his robotic hand before dumping the remains in a bin so he can repeat the process again. Peanut crusher: CHECK.
Between his lips is a straw, which leads to a large neon-green can labeled PSYCHO-BUZZ in obnoxious orange font - an energy drink, and from the way he's working nonstop on the other two tasks? A rather effective one, at that. Energy drink tester: CHECK.
He drops the straw from between his teeth for a moment, glancing at the camera as he continues to scribble notes and smash dem nuts. ]
Does anyone else find it odd that an amazingly advanced ship like this still needs someone to manually crush peanuts? Hell, Earth was probably centuries away from some of the tech I've seen around here and even we managed to get a machine to smash things for us.
[ Another sip from that horrendous can before he continues: ]
Oh, before I forget. I already met Fang, but who else is sleeping in room 3-31? Seems a little strange that I haven't bumped into you guys yet. I don't bite, I promise.
[ A pause, and he purses his lips with a thoughtful frown. ]
Well... maybe I lied a little. Oh well. End feed.
[ The voice recognition in his Guide accepts his command, and the feed cuts off. ]