I am originally a domestic robot. Eloquence is quite obviously my second-nature.
-the dripping sarcasm in his robotic monotone, it is on 100% of the time-
Were you to suggest something?
-nods to Mary-
-momentarily wonders what kind of person doesn't raise a question at the bath-tub throwing-
-nods-
Yeah, it is.
-smiles- What do you two want to do next?
edited 14th Aug '15 3:49:50 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postI am intimately familiar with isolation. My Junkyard orbits a star, alone, and is a station specifically made for being a Junkyard.
And I have spent at least a decade there, mostly alone.
I'd say I know isolation's effects pretty well.
I know pretty much every part of the place like the back of my hand at this point.
edited 14th Aug '15 3:54:53 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

You don't like to bring anyone with you?
(is starting to wonder if there's another portal on the roof, besides the one at the base of the half-hill)
(nods, and quickly heads to the kitchen, rummaging for a first-aid kit)
edited 14th Aug '15 3:48:48 PM by foxmccloud4387