[Turbofoxes are dumber than rocks when they want to be. Specially if they are lying in a comfy place that they refuse to leave. Blurr notices how uncomfortable Sentinel must be feeling and sits on the other edge of the couch before picking up Frank and putting most of the Turbofox on his lap. Frank waves his many tails happily and yips before closing his optics.]

That's one of the reasons why I started it. Besides the fact we needed some order, of course. [The movie finally starts playing and sure there's a human old man visiting his sick grandson on screen. Blurr waits for Sentinel's reaction, tensing up.]