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[keepinganeyeout]

Today is the day I become a man!!I, Uchiha Obito, am now 13 years old and officially a teenager. I bet this is the year I become a jounin! I'll beat Kakashi to it and he'll be on his knees crying because I'm so cool and Rin will think I'm awesome and my family will be like 'wow, how did we miss how amazingly talented Obito is? Let's give him lots

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[proto_typing]

Hey, don't be too hard on your family. It's pretty easy to miss something that's not there, y'know.

[keepinganeyeout]

Oh look, it's Baby Bot, all jealous of my birthday.

[proto_typing]

Oh, look, it's Dweeb-ito, suffering from delusions of grandeur. Man, you're not even a jounin yet? You really must be lame.

[keepinganeyeout]

I don't even think you know what a jounin is! I made it through the Forest of Death to become a chuunin, what impressive things have you done?

[proto_typing]

Forest of Death, huh? Oooh, I'm shaking. Ever been to the moon, kiddo? Nice place, but kinda dull.

[keepinganeyeout]

[He is so jealous right now XD]

What did you go for? To insult the little green men or just fancied a bit of cheese?

[proto_typing]

Nope! Just borrowing a laser. ...You do know what a laser is, right?

[keepinganeyeout]

Yes I know what a laser is!

Pfft, you went to the moon to borrow a laser. Of course you did. Then you successfully took over the world, but got bored so you gave it back.

[proto_typing]

See, now you've got it! Gee, you're learning!

...Nah, just kidding. Really we just blew up a bunch of stuff, laser included.

[keepinganeyeout]

So you went to borrow a laser so you could blow it up? I bet the moon people won't be lending you stuff again in a hurry.

Who's 'we'? Other people actually work with you? Or do you have to pay them?

[proto_typing]

Gee, it's so much fun watching the little gears in your brain turn round and round. Don't talk about the moon people too loud, though. They don't like it when people talk about 'em behind their backs.

Robots, bolt-brain. Remember? We do what we're programmed to do. ...Except me, I do what I want to do, which usually turns out to be the same thing as what I'm programmed to do, so it all works out in the end.

[keepinganeyeout]

Sorry, couldn't read that, too busy laughing at you blowing your own weapon up.

That does sound like it works out: the guy who uses you for a butler or whatever your main function is - since I sure as hell have never seen you fight anything - wants you to do stupid stuff, but you're already way ahead of him on that one.

I have a question for you about your robot-ness.

[proto_typing]

Aw, gee, it's okay if you just say you're too dumb to know how to read. You don't have to make lame excuses!

Wait, wait, so first you try to insult me--and fail miserably, by the way, but hey, points for trying--and then all of a sudden you want me to answer questions for you? Like that's gonna make me want to offer up whatever information you want? Boy, you really are dumber than you look. ...Which is a lot.

[keepinganeyeout]

Better I put some work into my excuses instead of just, you know, running away from a fight. I'm guessing that metal belly of yours is bright yellow.

You make it sound like I'm forcing you to talk to me. But since I'm not, I'm gonna say you actually like it and so when you try and insult me, it's your way of paying me a compliment. Really, stop, it's making me blush.

Since I'd say you're so interested in yourself, offering information up isn't likely a problem. If you took off that helmet and visor thing (a hundred times less cool than goggles) is it circuit city in there? Do you have hair? Do you even have eyes?

[proto_typing]

No, see, that'd be my scarf. Looks like you'd better work on your colors along with your reading, pal.

So you're slightly more interesting than watching the grass grow. Go ahead and flatter yourself, if it makes you feel better. It's your birthday, after all.

What, is this Pinocchio now? You tryin' to find out if I'm a real boy?

[keepinganeyeout]

What is the point in wearing a scarf? Or do you just want the female robots to think you're pretty? ...are there female robots or were your doctor guys on a roll with the male ones? You know, after they made you and then worked out all the problems.

I just imagine you looking like some sci-fi nightmare under there, all flashing lights and nuts and bolts and stuff. I mean, you're a robot, if you were anyone else that would be pretty awesome.