[VIDEO TRANSMISSION: nexic temple]

[goldblooded]

[A gold robot with a very stylish red mohawk is staring at the screen, foot tapping lightly and obviously displeased. Clearly a new arrival, or this thing has never made itself known before now. It raises a red boxing glove like hand, gears screeching in almost a kind of huff, and carefully fixes the amazing mohawk. Of amazing.

Once it seems satisfied with its mohawk being in perfect condition it points to the glyph on its arm, then gestures at the screen in a "seriously?" and "I'll kill you" motion. There is graffiti on his glorious self.

How dare you. How dare you all.]

Comments

voice

[docbot]

Well, if you want to be understood by any mechs other than possibly Noisy Boy, you might want to get used to it. Most sentient beings use words, rather than sign language.

[ Sorry, you got off on the wrong foot and now he's grumpy. ]

text;

[goldblooded]

So most of you are idiots.

voice;

[docbot]

Or maybe you're just behind the times.

text;

[goldblooded]

Nah, I'm perfect.

voice;

[docbot]

Perfectly egotistical maybe.

text;

[goldblooded]

What's wrong with knowing I'm that good?

voice;

[docbot]

[Sigh]

Ah, the follies of the young.

text;

[goldblooded]

Jealous?

voice;

[docbot]

Of your lack of basic survival instincts and your inability to cogit how very weak you are in comparison to the rest of the world?

Yes Not really.

text;

[goldblooded]

You sound it. And I'm hardly weak.