*pours water into the HR-100 which then blows up*
*gasp... for carbon*
Cough! Cough! Sorry. Cough! Human rib. *points to what would be throat* Cough! Forgot. Cough! Cough! We don't actually eat! Cough! *hacks up human rib bone*
*sigh*
Okay... Whew! Okay, now what? Oh the HR-100? That's fine. That was a prototype. We're discontinuing that frame anyway... But, if I were you (which I'm
glad!
I'm!
not! *chuckle*, *shakes gunarm at Fury*), I'd go get some towels! HR-100's also programmed to clean up spills and "eliminate" "the source," sooo... *scratches helmet with gunarm* I guess that means you?
*extends gunarm*
*uses "Vaccyarm" ability to suck away the fog of war revealing a very berzerked HR-100 buzzing, fidgeting, and popping in place*
*HR-100 comes after Fury firing AP rounds screaming "SOURCE, SOURCE, SOURCE, SOURCE!"*
I think now would be a perfect time to introduce a grand development in the Military Research Dept! Check it out, kids!
MODEL: SS-80085
CODENAME: Soulseeker
FUNCTIONS: Destroys all humans by seeking out their bodies (by way of isolation of the human soul) and injecting them with mind-controlling nanites that force them to dance The Robot until their bodies demetabolize and life functions cease
Yep! Turns out the soul is really just a metaphor for funk! If you've got the legs, you've got the... rhyme. I've filled each one of these little babies with these cute little guys:
*loads one in gunarm and fires straight at Fury*