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[weedbgon]

okay gang time to get into a LITTLE philosophy with your pal professor merle. put your ass to the grass and talk this out. stay in school with me. don't be a loser!

now, hypothetically. in terms of this whole killer robots thing, since we can probably all agree they're assholes and they kinda make snags for us.

if you had a question you wanted to forward to one of the NORMAL killer robots who DOESN'T wanna be our friend, what's at the top of your list? assuming there's only time for like two questions before you get murdered, i mean. in the spirit of negotiation.

or heck, you know what? if you don't wanna think any up, save us all the trouble and just tell me what kinda VIBE you'd want a question to have. vibes are way easier. like cool teenager? hardboiled detective? big whiny baby? all that stuff.

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[circumitus]

well, they can do that or obliterate you from existence, that's another possibility.

[weedbgon]

i dunno. ive died like 68 times already so i'm kinda worn out on worrying about it too much. if it happens i guess it happens.

[circumitus]

still you shouldn't get too relaxed with how many lives you have. never know when the day comes that you'll be on your last one.

[Rey's sure that Sato would have made some reference to a game if he were still around. Thankfully he's not, because that was one less headache to deal with on top of homicidal synthetics and stupid gods.]

[weedbgon]

yeah i mean
you got a point there i guess. never know how the crapshoot is gonna treat you!
so you got a name or what?

[circumitus]

it's rey.

and assuming you dont get blown to so many smithereens by a null that not even hope wants to bother, you probably have one to give too.

[weedbgon]

merle highchurch! so plenty of letters. if i get blown to smithereens just assign one letter to a piece. like a jigsaw puzzle. itll be fine. my pals already have my funeral arrangements figured out

[circumitus]

[Uh... huh.]

right.
of course they do.