"It's worse than that," Lucas goes. "That laugh is too familiar."
"That's one 'nwe' and eight 'he's," the robotic translator explains.
Just outside of the doorway, a monstrous man with jetpacks and two great horns instead of a nose hovers by the ladder, the familiar feminine robot spinning down from the ceiling.
"'Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you again,'" the robot interprets. "No, wait. 'Long time, no see,' Fassad says."
Lucas and Duster groan. Kumatora throws her hands against his head.
"Dammit, why won't you just stay dead?!" she howls in frustration.
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Re: The Story
Date: 2013-10-09 09:56 pm (UTC)"That's one 'nwe' and eight 'he's," the robotic translator explains.
Just outside of the doorway, a monstrous man with jetpacks and two great horns instead of a nose hovers by the ladder, the familiar feminine robot spinning down from the ceiling.
"'Oh, what a pleasure it is to see you again,'" the robot interprets. "No, wait. 'Long time, no see,' Fassad says."
Lucas and Duster groan. Kumatora throws her hands against his head.
"Dammit, why won't you just stay dead?!" she howls in frustration.