[Accidental Video]

[kungfugeek]

 [Power Joe's been a busy bot. Really busy. In fact, that whole golf thing he had planned completely slipped his mind. He's got bigger and better things to do with his time right now. One of them you'll be able to witness at this very moment.  The Link clicks on, probably at a most/worst opportune time, showing...

Gunmax's room?

Well, it may be only recognizable to Gunmax, but still. He's there. And...holing up in it with all manner of little nicknacks. Hoards of toasters, hoards of food, metal scraplings, Gunmax's bike, a TV, you name it. It's in here somewhere.

He in fact just seems to be finished moving it into the room, taking a look.]

Ha!

All mine now. 

[Looks like someone's claimed rooms.]

Comments

[kungfugeek]

Why should I ask permission? I own it.


All of it.

[mccrane]

I think it belongs to Gunmax...by definition of being in Gunmax's room.

[kungfugeek]

You mean MY room! Since Gunmax belongs to me.


And all his stuff.

[mccrane]

...

Did he sign a contract?

[Because its either a contract or a relationship. Maybe both.]

[kungfugeek]

...Contract?


What contract?

[WHAT IS THIS FOREIGN TERM YOU SPEAK OF.]

[mccrane]

...a contract to belong to you?

I do not think it is official without a contract.

[LOGIC.]

[kungfugeek]

...yes. We have one.

[WHATEVER GETS HIM GUNMAX, HE'LL ROLL WITH IT.]

[mccrane]

I...

understand.

[He doesn't.]

May I see it?

[kungfugeek]

...







No it's mine.