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@askgraymann-blog-blog
"I ship ya wit' all dem damn robots you keep sendin' at us."
I am well capable of making myself a pretty female-bot, no need to ship me with my underlings, young man.
(It’s been months but this still makes me laugh to this day.)
[What was I on when I said this omg...]
“To what
do I owe the displeasure, Mr. Mann?”
"That displeasure is mine... considering you stole my Australium." Gray sneered, looking up at the woman.
askgraymann started following you
Whatever Miss Pauling had come into the room to do, she promptly forget.
Six months of being off grid. Six months of purposefully avoiding this guy, staying one step ahead.
And here he was.
Without a sound, Miss Pauling made a backpedaling motion as if it were as easy as just leaving the way she came.
Gray Mann looked at the woman in front of him and tried to appear as intimidating as a short old man could. "So..." he said, taking a step towards her with a dark expression, "You are the reason behind all this chaos, I believe?"
*throws lemons at*
You really love messing with me, don't you?
LEAVE MY BABIES ALONE!
They are mine.
YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER-IN-LAW!
I'm not happy about that either, I assure you, you filthy Aussie.
Another filthy mercenary? You people seem to multiply around this time of the year.
I know you, tiny feeble man! You send robots to fight!! I do not like you.
If it makes you feel any better, I don't like you either, you savage woman.
"Hey! You're one of the elder no-tails, aren't you...?"
"...Yes?" That was an interesting way to describe Gray.
Gray Mann, Gray Mann! Is there special candy for robots, or is it fine to continue with normal candy that humans eat? I can actually eat food! but I have never tasted food or candy for robots.. is there anything like that?
There is candy made of metal and oil that I give my robots as treat every so often, but it's because they cannot eat. Since you can eat actual food, actual candy shouldn't be a problem for you. Of course, I can always give you some robot candy, if you like.
WHOSE BEEN DRAWING DICKS
On my robots? Yes, I've been wondering about that as well.
"All of you!" Gray grumbled, trying to contain his annoyance. "But let’s start with you…" He was well aware the bot wasn’t in his best condition; that, however, didn’t change his feelings towards him. "How come are you so brave to talk to me? You must be well aware that I don’t enjoy the presence of rogue bots."
"M-my br-rother says th-th-there’s a lot of-f-f things I’m bl-bl-blbbb—BZZT—blissfully unaw-ware of, bzt."
He twitched rather badly during the loud buzzing noise midst his speech, continuing with his insectoid wings.
"I am aware of that." Gray replied sourly. "Tell me, do you know who I am?"
"S-sorta? I m-mean, you-ou-ou’re the g-guy who des-s-signed our builds."
"Good. Because, by the way you act I thought you were foolish enough not to recognize me. Well... Where are your... friends?"
"Really?" Gray said, still curious. "How come have you made friends with my robot? What could you two possibly do for each other?"
"Well, I mean, I’d been left here in part of a ship wreckage. Pretty badly cut up, spiders all over me, maybe a tumor or something. Cut out all that crap and patched me up, so now I’m kinda like the angel on his shoulder or something. Or, well, alien lizard critter. We’re companions. I also don’t like being alone. My kind is social."
"Is there more of your kind around?" Gray asked. Maybe he could catch one and examine the curious creature.
"See? I’m also helping you form a proper strategy."
He doesn’t get how that makes a strategy. “Ja.”
Gray seems pleased with the fact that Michael knows when to keep his mouth shut. He's not too pleased with the silence that follows, however. "So..." he says, apparently getting bored, "How is your life these days?" For a selfish, arrogant old man, asking such a thing is quite a big deal.
Orks vs CybOrks
The sound reaches even to Gray’s ears, he mutters a curse since he should have been informed beforehand about whatever the source of that crash is.
He rushes to the said wall, followed by Olivia and a bunch of robots. What he sees shocks him, as he isn’t used to seeing a bunch of Orks piled up next to his factory.
"What is this?!" he asks in his usual arrogant manner as Olivia skips towards the curious creatures.
*And once they got to the wreckage, the two Orks were up and brawling again, with the Gunner repeatedly smashing the Driver’s head into the wall, until he hears Gray Mann speaking, which makes him let go of the other Ork (who in turn simply slides down along the wall) and step towards them. His hand does make some gripping motions at what’s most likely a pistol in his pocket.*
Ey, are ye’z… yer ‘umies, ain’t ya? *he says, not having noticed Olivia skipping towards them at all, as he’s busy looking at the robots that had followed Gray.* ‘E didn’t say anythin’ ‘bout metallic ones tho!
Gray isn’t sure what that creature has just said, so he just crosses his arms and stands there. “What are you?” he says as Olivia hugs the Ork’s leg.
Who, me? Don’t ye gits already know wot we’z are!?
*He then looks down at Olivia hugging his leg, and proceeds to shake his leg.* Oy, quit ‘dat!
*And in the meantime, the Driver’s gotten his conscious back, and is on his way to climb back up on the wreckage of the Trukk, yelling back at the Gunner trying to shake the girl off of his leg.* EY GROT’EAD, WE’Z GOTTA GET BACK TO THA BOSS!
Olivia laughs like a crazy five-year-old she is as Gray finally starts shouting in a shrill tone of voice, "What is going on here?!"
"That is exactly what I think about you." he chuckled, "You and I aren’t that different, eh?"
"No. No. No. Shut up. We’re nothing alike and you’re only taunting me with saying it. Fuck you."
"I’m simply telling you the truth; getting angry with me won’t change anything."
"We are nothing alike. I’m taller, you think you’re smarter, and we’re from different countries. Also, I’m not something that should have died about two centuries ago.”
"I'm not talking about the physical likeness, you fool! If I were, you'd definitely be the ugly one compared to my glorious self. What I mean is that you're not as innocent or good as you think you are. Stop pitying yourself."
