Dec 10, 2014
Casually attempting to separate them. Totally doesnt want to step on any Central toes.
*luckily doesn't have too difficult a time doing so!* *she has already passed out from lack of oxygen!* *just slide her over to GLaDOS!*
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Casually attempting to separate them. Totally doesnt want to step on any Central toes.
*luckily doesn't have too difficult a time doing so!* *she has already passed out from lack of oxygen!* *just slide her over to GLaDOS!*
Does exactly that so his beloved Central can have a proper word or whatever with her, but keeps one hand firmly around one of Pearl's arms. "No toast."
Ow! Goddammit! You! You need to learn some delicacy!
"Am not, toaster. Not, make, toast. Am, bot." Doesn't even react to the slaps, doesn't even move all that much from them. Just drags her into GLaDOS' chamber to be presented proudly.
You are a fuckin toaster! UNHAND ME!!
Nope, switches to carrying her in both large hands with the gun in a smaller set and gets to dragging her toward's GLaDOS' chambers. May even give her a painful squeeze out of spite over the comments. "Is facility's, merchandise. Is not, subject's."
*slaps him!* *knows that will do dickall damage, but slaps him anyway* Fuck you, you oversized toaster!
Looms in, grabs for both woman and gun with two sets of hands. "Resistance, futile. Relinquish. Come, with. Rules, broken. Contraband. Violence towards, superiors. No, testing."
*tugs at* *shit, this thing's grip was strong!* Ow! Jesus, lay off the merchandise!
SLAM SLAM- the door pops off the hinges. P.E.B. peeks in, rumbling darkly. "Please assume the escort submission position."
Oh......fuck.
*looks like shotgun is out of ammo!*
FUCK!!
"Awww, shit.”
Have been, lower. Aperture. Lots to, fix. Not much do, upper. P.E.B. is, okay.
Am… fat? What is? Is bad, fat?
He said it meant really heavy, right? Is it bad, Malachai? And can I have up?
*looks to P.E.B. expectantly for the latest question. His shoulders made one of the best viewing points*
"Bunny. Short eared, Bunny." Maybe PEB was just saying it to bother Frick at this point, who knew. Either way, more squishing was needed. "And hug, anyway. Still squishy. Not sphere, is squishy. And seen, Scary Man. Seems likes. Seen some feeds, PEB's facility. Means not right."
".... That last part is complete nonsense." Someone definitely needed to give this bot a significant mental upgrade. "Though, to be precise, all of it's nonsense as there's no such thing as a short eared bunny."
