-Loud clattering steps can be heard as Gir runs towards the terminal and hops up and down, trying to reach the terminal-
Oh. You already on!
-GIR proceeds to let out a VERY loud, delighted screech, clapping little mechanical hands-
MASTER!!!
Look what I found! He smells reeeeaaaaaallll bad! Like a hobo and old cheese!
...But I found a
house! JUST LIKE HOME! Gonna get some lawn gnomes and a weasel!
...I like weasels.
...Can I have my taco now? I feel like exploding~!