This is the part where he'd down a shot of heavy liquor if he had one, but considering that he's a: a robot, b: hates cleaning out his food storage compartment, and, most importantly, c: doesn't HAVE a shot of heavy liquor, he doesn't. Instead, he just nods sagely. He gets it.
... Wait, mask?
"You have a mask in- zrrt!"
Oops. Cut off again for trying to talk about shit he's not supposed to talk about, unless instructed otherwise. Metaverse talk with funny demon-bird versions of him is against the rules, apparently. Bummer.
"... Yeah, whatever. It doesn't look half bad," if he could smirk, he would, but alas. "If you ignore all the hell fleas..."
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This is the part where he'd down a shot of heavy liquor if he had one, but considering that he's a: a robot, b: hates cleaning out his food storage compartment, and, most importantly, c: doesn't HAVE a shot of heavy liquor, he doesn't. Instead, he just nods sagely. He gets it.
... Wait, mask?
"You have a mask in- zrrt!"
Oops. Cut off again for trying to talk about shit he's not supposed to talk about, unless instructed otherwise. Metaverse talk with funny demon-bird versions of him is against the rules, apparently. Bummer.
"... Yeah, whatever. It doesn't look half bad," if he could smirk, he would, but alas. "If you ignore all the hell fleas..."
"... Heh. Just kidding."