Shrieks again and resumes struggling, then stops suddenly upon spotting the empty whiskey bottle Benedict had found on the AMA set.
Uh… YEP!! I’ve got a problem, and i’m REALLY sorry! PLEASE let me go so i can, uh… Heal?
Puppy-dog eyes.
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Benedict checks his watch.
Seven minutes and thirty eight and a half seconds.
He looks away. The huggings continue.
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(clipped tone) Benedict. Please. I-I’m getting claustrophobic!
HUGGER BEARS: We LOOOOOOOOVVVVEEEEE you, Toby!!
#SHUT THE F*CK UP!!
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BENEDICT:
Aw c’mon SPORT!!! Just 4 more minutes!! JUST 4 MORE!!!
Alani enters. She squeals.
ALANI:
OH I LOVE THE HUGGER BEARS!!! THEY’RE ADORABLE!!!
She joins the group hug.
ALANI:
Awwww… this is just too CUTE!!!
Benedict snorts, nearly choking on a pistachio.
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Uses front leg to flip over the sofa
Hrm… No Bandits under here…
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BENEDICT:
Nova, has it been ten minutes yet?
NOVA:
No. It’s been like 20. Your watch is broken.
BENEDICT:
Aw, sh*t really? That’s what I get for drawin’ it on in crayon. Ok, buddy. Ya can go. Nova, shut the simulations off.
The holograms disappear.
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To the left! To the left! Check everything you own in the box to the left!
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What box? There is no box to the left? I don’t own anything… AA-02390-325… !!! THAT SOUNDS LIKE BANDIT SPEECH!
SHOW YOURSELF! YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO COMPLY!
Eye frantically scans the area
LACK OF COMPLIANCE DETECTED. CONSTRUCTING LOADERS. COMMENCING SEARCH.
The giant bot sets down, and begins constructing a tide of Loaders. Said Loaders begin to flip furniture over and check under every nook, cranny, and behind any closed door. One even tries to check under the giant carpet. One Loader decides to pick up a marker and draw phallic shapes on the wall
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Noot the walls!!! I could take the carpet!!! But the WAAALLLS??!!
*Hurls a bucket
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Jumps up and springs for the whiskey bottle as soon as the holograms disappear, and then grins savagely at Benedict, who misses getting it himself by a mere second.
Oh, i have a problem, Benedict… I have a smartass, arrogant F*CKING problem…
BENEDICT (backing up): Toby… Now, I was just tryin’ ta help…
Oh, i’m SUUUURE… Well HELP THIS!!
Brings bottle down on head in attempt to create a jagged bottle weapon, but ends up just bashing self in head. HARD.
#OWWWW!!
GOD, I HATE THIS F*CKING SHIP!!
Storms out of the simulation chamber as Benedict shakes his head.
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Bucket bounces off the hood. Rocket launcher instantly swivels around and fires a barrage of rockets in the detected direction of said bucket launch
The bucket rolls around incessantly on the floor, the light reflecting off its magnificent shiny yellow paint job, still flawlessly intact from the collision with a massive machine of war
Said machine stares down at the innocent yellow bucket as it rolls towards it’s front leg. It’s, SO SHINY. A SHINIIIIESSSSS
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA=12-3=240-3960-4579=3-4-32-14234
The giant machine of war flops over on its side and begins to pet the bucket with its front leg. Unfortunately, the flipped sofa was in a direct collision course of said flopping, and splinters into many fluffy and jagged pieces under an over-sized load
All the Loaders stop their current search operations and turn to stare at their creator being memorized by a mere bucket, except the one Loader drawing phallic shapes on the wall. It’s still drawing phallic shapes on the wall…
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Enters AMA set again, and gapes at the destruction.
What. THE. FCK?!??!*
#I WAS GONE FOR HALF AN HOUR!!!
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Upon detecting the unusually loud voice of Toby, the Constructor Bot stops petting the bucket and self rights itself, regaining logic from Toby’s distracting voice
Upon your absence, I was requested to answer any further inquires. I have also detected a bandit presence in the vicinity and commenced search operations.
Looks around the room, noticing the “collateral damage”
Oh, Umm… We will re-construct the premises… Yeah… Oops. Our Bad…
All the Loaders stand around looking ashamed, expect for the one who is still vigorously drawing phallic shapes on the wall, that has not stopped drawing phallic shapes on the wall since its construction, and shows no sign of stopping, while a few HOT Loaders are trying to stamp out the burning pile that was a row of seating arrangements
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Drags flipper across face in prolonged face-flipper, then looks into fallen over camera.
We’ll be taking a short break to clean up… Sorry!
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Before the camera shuts off and cuts the feed, the “artistic” Loader walks by and scribbles a phallic shape on the camera lens.
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the boy fiddles with the knobs and adjusts the bunny ear antennas on his giant, old school wooden TV
nothing but static and white noise are the result
Where’d…where’d everybody go?
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Caldarius:
The others are weak, therefore they need sleep.
Kemessian sleepcycles are far more efficient. 10minutes sleep on the REM-level are a sufficient amount for a week of concentrated combat.
I use the time to train my moves
huh -?
~inspects his chassis~
#Who scribbelt a dong on my backplate?!
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Dammit, wish that worked for me. I barely get 8 hours of sleep on a good day, and still need about three cups of coffee in the mornings.
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Caldarius:
Coffee is a deadly drug for my race. Minimal doses caffeine let you stay awake for months on godspeed and then you die.
It was known as “The Workaholics Final Bliss” on my homeworld, until import got strictly prohibited.
That´s why stood far away during the Galilea-coffeemachine-incident.
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Minimal doses? So like not even half a cup? Hell, that must suck.
What does booze do to you lot?
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