-Nimbus jumps down-
What are you doing?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?...
Cloud, I'm scared. I don't know what I'm going to do, and I don't think you know either.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... Okay. Right. Fighting. I can fight. I can do that.
-Cloud, how does it feel to watch your brother slowly develop your neuroses from prolonged contact?-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?... You don't think I can. They were scared. They were scared of you when you fought them. They practically flicked me away. I wasn't good enough.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-shrugs-
Just saying.
You are correct.
You are indeed not crying.
Though that doesn't change the fact that you looked like you were about to.
Or the fact that you are- disturbed.
-special note: this robot's voice seems to have permanent sarcasm-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postNnope.
My voicebox just happens to always be sarcastic.
Although I usually am sarcastic, I can assure you that I am not being sarcastic at this very moment.
I preferred it when I didn't have a voice because people couldn't tell whether I was being sarcastic.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI call myself Junk-Bot because I made myself out of Junk.
Originally, anyway.
Well- sort of originally.
I did have to build this new chassis due to damage to my old chassis.
And I didn't have to use Junk. Because I built it here, instead of home at a Junkyard.
But- I'm still Junk-Bot.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

...
I fucked that up.
-Starts heading back-