and opted to improvise. pulling the arm straight, he took the screw and returned it to the missing spot. and using his claw, he began to twist it back inside- utilizing his own ball joint in order to spin his wrist as needed.]
what exactly is irritating you about your arm?
⚡KRACKO so the dubbing demons may have taken over
stop complaining and let me show you how to do it. my chassis is foreign to me, but i've broken my joints countless times. get up.
[he ordered, firm yet it didn't seem malicious by any means. holding a hand out- towards the unbothered arm.]
you're going to ruin your joints by being stupid.
incredibly childish with an arm joint that could fall loose and maybe even /off/ if you do anything with it. those things aren't easy to reattach.
you and what knowledge?
[fark folded his arms. he didn't seem to care about the privacy aspect at all... moreso the fact it was being done /wrong!/ standing over them, he then showed them the screw pinched between index and thumb.]
you would've knocked this out either way. now you're acting ++
dealt with by who, exactly? i maintain an army with loyal soldiers. you'd have to go through all of that first.
[he stated simply, taking the arm into his grasp. rotating it, observing it... comparing it to his simplistic joint. maybe they were similar in some unknown way...]
that's some big talk to the guy holding your arm joint.
[he responded flatly, intense red gaze falling upon them. it was beginning to teeter on the line of fark getting frustrated and leaving 75 to flounder... perhaps it could be told by his tone.
taking his glove off, he saw no screwdriver, ++
you seem spooked. what's the problem?
what are you even /trying/ to do?
[immediately recoiling like a cat! seeming a bit miffed at the spraying being directed right at his face!]
you lost more than the screws in your brain, moron.
[he snapped, yanking the spray out of their claws and leaning down to pick up that lost screw.
/PSSSH/ briefly right back at THEIR face.] +
