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[cheerupemoborg]

[There's a cyborg in the kitchen tonight, sitting at a table and looking like he wants to smack something or punt it across the city. He briefly looks up to stare at the microwave on the counter.

A minute passes.

And another.

... the microwave promptly explodes.]

Feh.

[ooc: open kitchen post! Mind the debris.]

Comments

[ar0se]

[There's a robot passing by the kitchen tonight. The sound of the explosion draws her attention, so she'll just be standing in the doorway looking over the scene like a creeper.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[He feels this new technology approaching and locks eyes with her when she gets to the doorway.]

What?

[ar0se]

[STARES..... she gives approximately zero fucks for hank's angry icons. wait that would imply he has non-angry icons, disregard 0u0]

n0thing
i heard a n0ise
n0w i kn0w what it was

[cheerupemoborg]

[It's his default mood, what can you do?]

I guess you do.

[Trying to ignore her presence now...]

[demontobeloved]

[Just ignore Cole shimmering into view here, he just wants a drink of orange juice before he...

Boom.]

Woah! [and a barely concealed swear]

[cheerupemoborg]

...Porting in? Well, don't mind me.

[demontobeloved]

[Porting? It takes a second for Cole's brain to translate that.] Uh, yeah, felt lazy.

[He eyes the smouldering wreck of the microwave.] Geez, remind me never to piss you off.

[cheerupemoborg]

Unless you're a machine, you shouldn't have to worry about that happening to you.