shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

Yup. We're very fighty and you're scaring my sister.

 

"Every time I come here, there's even more giant robots. It's like a soap opera. I can't keep track of who's who. Except a couple of ya."

She looks around for a cup of coffee. A small cup of strong black coffee materializes in her hand, and she perches on a barstool, wraps fingers around the hot coffee without any apparent pain, and slowly sips at it, an expression of bliss on her face.

 

thats vwhy vwe need a robot exterminator!

 

I believe that would be called genocide.

 

That's a fascinating exoskeleton you're wearing.

 

yes.

 

But you endorse it anyway?

 

vwhy not!

 

I shouldn't have to explain what's wrong with supporting genocide!

 

"Why, thank you! I mostly built it myself, with some help from others with the programming and the design of the wings."

She flicks the wings out to their full, glowing size to show them off.

Spoiler: Like this!

 

So, where'd you get the idea to dress up like an angel from?

 

cause you knowv theres nothing vwrong vwith it!

 

Nope! 'Cause it should be obvious to everyone by now what's wrong with it!

But, apparently, it's not... *sighs*

 

no survwivwors to cause problems!

 

Always so flashy, but I must admit you have a good sense of style. Like my daughter.

I am a sensible woman with my outfit and with my inventions.

-pats the darts that angela disapproves of my making with her stolen tech and papers-

 

*sighs* Why do I even try with you?

 

obvwious thing for me?

 

No. You're sixteen and I'm fifty thousand.

 

im six.

 

you are really bad at estimating age, arent you!