Apr 16, 2011 16:20
So... is there anything to actually do around here? Or are we just supposed to sit on our collective afts and whine to each other on a network or whatever the scrap I'm talking to?
And while we're at it, where am I supposed to refuel, anyway? I am a fine piece of sentient machinery, I can't run on fumes. Not that I'd expect a bunch of organics to understand the concept.
[That said, the belligerent 'Bot can be found outside on the green, kicking at a stump out of boredom. There's nothing else for him to hit, and he's gotten restless.
Cross paths at your own risk, seriously.]
too pretty to take care of myself,
!ic,
diva mode: engaged,
-holloways,
kind of a dick,
s'up bitches,
!action