Hello. Please do not kill Ronagon. My Son and Future Grandson are over at his house.
I don't know who you are, but if you lay a hand on them your (assumedly robotic) guts will be reduced, reused, and recycled.
-Dr. SD
I'll restate that I don't know my intention, and you're kind of threatening me right now.
I mean, I'd love to meet your children, but I still have no idea what I'm going to do with Ron. Please refrain from threats yet, thanks.
















