[Visible to All][Posting from the Junk Pile]

[mccrane]

This is McCrane.

[He is aware that there is some way in which to lock this to only his fellow Brave Police Officers, but he's not familiar enough with the settings yet to do this, so everyone can see it.]

One of the large inhabitants has informed me that we can take up residence with him.

Should we accept this offer?

I have yet to find any gasoline...

[As if now realizing that this might actually be useful if there are a number of viewers, he pauses, and changes tactics.]

Has anyone found anything that looks like this? [He holds up his one, single can of gasoline, hoping that the camera on his communicator can catch it.] It might become necessary.

[Considering they'll. Die. If they don't find a supply of it.]

Comments

hooray robot racism

[my_own_trope]

[Frowning and trying to sort out A) what a yen is B) conversion rates C) human economic inflation D) what the multiplier for this new world's scarcity would be...

and then he realises that: A) this should be Soundwave's job and B) he really doesn't care.

He also just plain doesn't like you, you disgusting man-made golem, you~]


But surly you realise that given the nature of your fuel, and how rare it must be here, that it would cost you just a bit more.

Good thing McCrane can't tell!

[mccrane]

[He can concede this.]

Is there something that you are looking for?

[my_own_trope]

A few things actually, yes. Perhaps we could help one another.

[mccrane]

I would be willing.

My team and I can cover a great deal of ground, but I will need names and descriptions.

[my_own_trope]

I will prepare you a list and contact you when it is complete.

[mccrane]

Understood.

[He's pretty good with lists!]

[my_own_trope]

Mm.

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