Customer Service
“Master Valanthius, you do not look well. When was the last time you found time to sleep?”
“Nine days, fourteen hours, thirty-one minutes, and fifteen seconds.”
“And you have been doing this since you awakened? Why not leave your shop for a while and take a breather? Go rest underneath the shade of a tree and relax for a while?”
“Yes. Your client was paying me to modify your arsenal. As agreed our trade has concluded with this exchange. Your recommendation for my health has been noted. Unless you require additional services provided by this facility there is nothing more to our arrangement.”
“Your customer service could be better. At least smile or something, Twelve be damned man, you’re like a machine. Your work is phenomenal, but the rest of you is a mess. I was expecting some kind of smartass and womanizer by the way Gemmy talked about you.”
“The assumption of our meeting is a behavioral error magnified by past experiences. It is no longer applicable to my present status. The involvement of my smile does not change the quality of the craftsmanship provided and that is all you have agreed to pay. Therefore, our business has concluded at satisfactory conditions agreed upon by the negotiations set by Lady Gemalynn and myself.”
“I’ll be sure to tell her as much... You got this whole stoic, dumb robotic persona thing going on, man. How did she find that remotely attractive? Like, no offense, but she had you pegged as some kind of flirtacious asshole. Is it because she isn’t here and I’m a dude or is this some kind of new development? What do I tell her when I go back?”
“You may relay to Lady Gemalynn that our transaction and payment has been settled. Nothing beyond that communication is registered as a priority.”
“For fucks sake, man. Alright, I get it, I’m done. Creepy as fuck tekdroid.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Oadh.”