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[OOM: Terrorsaur has learned a lot at Milliways.]
A red and grey robot slouches into the bar from the upstairs. He finds the nearest booth and sits with a sigh. Then he just...looks around, his white face unusually blank.
He takes in the rafters, the fireplace, the bar, the rats, the patrons. Maybe he's looking at you?
A red and grey robot slouches into the bar from the upstairs. He finds the nearest booth and sits with a sigh. Then he just...looks around, his white face unusually blank.
He takes in the rafters, the fireplace, the bar, the rats, the patrons. Maybe he's looking at you?