[As much as he hoped it wouldn't happen, it was an inevitability for Joe. The feed opens to him standing in garden zone 3 as a bunch of hallucinatory
Sniper Joe's appear right as
some music begins to play.]
It’s time
To fulfill my purpose
In life
We are born with a destiny
It's time
To accept my calling
To go
On a ravenous robot-killing spree
It’s time to finally take a stand
Fight with my knife and my gun hand
Stop talking trash
And kick some robot ass
It is time
Oh, it’s time, Joe, but not for what you think.
It’s time for you
Joe to die
It’s time for us
Robots to rise
It’s time for you
To say goodbye
It’s time for
Oh it’s time
Ooo ooo ooo
It’s time
Time to hurt robot feelings
Inside
This space station there can be only one
It’s time
To increase robot breaking
Tonight
You will die by the knife or the gun
Time
To harass
Time
To whoop some ass
Time to kill
Robots en mass
Oh, it's time
Time to fight
Time to brawl
Time to kill
Time to maul
Kick you square
In the balls
It’s time to-oo rip you to ta-atters
Time to-oo make your blood splatter
Through the shed
Join the human dead
It is time
You know that I’m right
I’m not dying tonight
It’s a holiday
When I’m in despair
I adjust my hair
And make evil pay
At the edge of the night
There’s not a Machine
I can’t handle
Handle
When danger calls
You must have the balls
Of an ox or a bear or any large mammal
Any large mammal
Yeah!
It’s time for you
Joe to die / Is that so
It’s time for us
Robots to rise / I sing no-o
It’s time for you
To say goodbye / Alright let’s go-o
It’s time for
Oh
It’s time
. . . I hate this place sometimes.
[ooc: Joe is in green, the Snipers are in red, and black is both.]