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"𝙾𝚑, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙹𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙾𝚃𝙲, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗."
He lowers his voice, so that his deep, mechanized grumble becomes a soft, skeleworks-deep thrum, better felt than heard, but demanding attention all the same. "𝙱𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚊𝚢𝚎? 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘' 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚘𝚕, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑?" Chip's a stickler for rules, and Theodore not so much, so this isn't the first time they've had a conversation like this, and it's far from the last.
But then he's caught red-handed being considerate, and he cranes his neck, telescoping it backwards, to meet Chip's eyes with his own, crosshairs replaced with soft, round circles with tiny plusses in the center to serve as pupils.
"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚞𝚙, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚙𝚞𝚝, 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚘𝚗."
But then, he grins, his "lip" lifting to show all his even, interlocking fangs, perfect for wasting scrap Cogs, the shutters in his optics lifting to emulate cheeks pushing up to give his expression a heavy edge of mischief. "𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚢𝚎. 𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢?"
In lieu of grimacing, Chip squinted hard enough at all the blab of 'off record' and 'embellishments' that the mechanisms behind his eyelids threatened to snap and fly straight out of his head. He bit back an entire lecture on how not having his records in a row caused so much trouble in the first place, though it still slipped out as a quiet grumble from his engines.
But there was only so much he could do in the face of genuine concern. He'd already have to pull a toon out a hat to stop the storm coming his way after today, and any sane suit would be handing the Macromanager their most prized ballpoint pen for his generosity.
Instead, he dignified it all with a simple, "Fine."
They rounded a corner, and the sight of a big boring door with a big boring EXIT sign on top was an oasis in a desert of awkwardness. Glitter-gunked gears non-withstanding, he picked up his hobble to a brisk pace; one he hoped would catch Rammshead off-guard. But as he drew near, he noted something annoyingly yellow stuck to the window.
A post-it note.
Exactly like the ones he kept in his desk. Chip plucked it off the door.
It read, 'PIE ME'.
A low, growling bellow hissed its way out of his engine between puffs of black smoke. The filament bulbs flickered.
"[BWARP]ing toons..." He muttered, and crushed the post-it until it was little more than an annoyingly yellow speck in his hands.
He flicked it over his shoulder and opened the door. Standing off to the side, he stiffly gestured for Mr. Rammshead to go... well, where else?
"Helipad should just be out here," he grumbled, "May need to clear out some wing-space for yourself... we haven't been able to replace the suits that trim the trees around it."
It's a statement punctuated by the electrical buzz of a world-weary groan.
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