As Ernest tumbles across the battlegrounds, the physics toy with his tantalizing feathers. Floating and shaking and fluffing… This causes Seven to sequel in glee. The ultimate softness. ULTIMATE SOFTNESS.
The big bot circles its fluffy prey, arms slowly outstretching to grab a hold of the pinnacle of head poofiness. That’s when a bunch of irritating voices enter the internal comms channel… ANNOYING VOICES… NO. NO NEED REPAIR. AM FINE. GO AWAY. MUST HAVE THE SOFT. MUST HAVE. THE SOFT. THE ULTIMATE SOFT. NO.
The doors are kicked off its hinges as the LAB Loaders dramatically enter the battlegrounds, like all Matrix cinematic whoooshy and stuff … You know THE MATRIX WHOOOOSHY THINGY! When time stops and the camera just moves to the side, then time unfreezes as the doors like go flying. Rolling a 20 on the d20 for this part is like SO HARD TO WRITE GUYS!
The FIX Loaders then follow suit with sick action pose stuff. All 3 of them slide in like bad-asses, carrying a brand new sanity box between them.
Seven turns toward them, growling menacingly
NO. THE ULTIMATE SOFT IS MINE TO SNUGGLE. MIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNEEEEEE!