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[arnhaid]

I'm gonna go get tanked.

An' maybe hit some scrap. Anybody need me, send a message before you start lookin'.

Probably not gonna be in the mood to chat, anyways.

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[arnhaid]

Not just that.

I don't got the head for science, but... probably a few bots here who do. Could always see what they need... to. Y'know.

Try and get us off this rock.

[badboybikerbot]

Tch, I don't know anything about that stuff.

Guess it couldn't hurt to actually learn somethin' while I'm here, though.

[arnhaid]

Or... y'could just run errands for 'em. Science types don't really get out much.

[badboybikerbot]

Booooooooooooooooooring.

[maturity. and more drinking.]

[arnhaid]

Yeah... kinda thought you'd say that.

[Yep, more drinking.]

[badboybikerbot]

Ah? am I that predictable? I gotta work on that.

[arnhaid]

Nah, you're fine, kid. Predictable's nice sometimes.

[badboybikerbot]

Yeah. I like predictable. Not too big a fan of surprises, believe it or not.

[arnhaid]

Since you're sittin' here, havin' this conversation... I believe it.

[badboybikerbot]

Gonna be honest with ya, this isn't really the kinda crap I wanna have to get used to.

[arnhaid]

This ain't the kinda scrap anybody should gotta get used to.

[badboybikerbot]

It's just... it's bullshit, y'know! Friggin'...

[Gunmax just mumbles a string of fuckwords to himself and slams down the rest of his drink.]

[arnhaid]

Yeah. I know.

Believe me, kid. I know.

[badboybikerbot]

It's crap. So you know what? We'll make a pact. Only way we're leavin' is if we go out in a sweet explosion at the same time, 'kay?

I'd say we'd spit shake on it, but we don't have real saliva so that kinda wouldn't like. Work.

[drunkmax rambles news at 11]

[arnhaid]

Heh.

[It's about the closest to a laugh as he's had all day long. He shakes his head, then reaches across the table to knock a fist into Gunmax's shoulder.]

Sounds fair 'nough, kid.

[badboybikerbot]

[yaaaay, that counts as a win. sort of.]

Awesome, I thought it was a pretty good plan.

[arnhaid]

Yeah, pretty good.

[And now it's back to drinking.]

You're gonna need more than a little explosion or a weird, spooky badland to get rid of me. Promise you that much.

[badboybikerbot]

[yep robobooze fixes everything]

Well good, because I actually think you're sort of pretty cool and stuff. Feel honored, pops. I don't say that to a lot of people.

[arnhaid]

Heh...

Yeah, I feel real honored.

[It's entirely genuine. But he won't go around repeating it. You don't do that with things people tell you while they're drunk.]

[badboybikerbot]

[well GOOD because Gunmax is giving Ironhide the dumbest grin right now. NOT EVEN TRYING TO LOOK LIKE A BADASS.]

A'ight, good.

[yeah no he's fucking wwwwasted.]

[arnhaid]

[Yeah, no, he's not going to talk about this to anyone.]

[... It's sort of good to see this cocky little shit smile for real, anyway.]

Finish your drink, kid. Take you home after.

[badboybikerbot]

Aaaaaaaaahh, I can make it on my own, pops. Don'worry about it.

[He is going to take that as a hint that he's not allowed to order anymore drinks though. Normally he wouldn't listen but YOU KNOW. He works on finishing off his drink]

[arnhaid]

Humor an old bot. Lemme see you home, right?

[Just because the kid is trashed. That's totally the only reason.]

[badboybikerbot]

Fine, fine, if you're gonna whine about it.

[gunmax slams his cube down BOOM DONE]

You ready?

[arnhaid]

[There's a slight little smirk, as Gunmax slams the cube down.]

[Good kid.]

Yep. Let's roll.

[... and if he comes back here later to be an irresponsible adult, no one's going to know.]