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, ++
āŖ š ššš. āŖ
dealt with by /me/ , obviously ! who's to say i can't pluck you out right now , huh ? i don't see any of your "loyal soldiers" anywhere .
they wouldn't even know it was me to begin with !
[ they spoke confidently , though allowed their arm to be examined . perhaps they didn't take into
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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...]
āŖ š ššš. āŖ
. . . ugh ! fine ! but i'm only allowing this because i don't like doing it myself !
[ grabbing onto the other bot's hand with the good arm , and accepting the support for them to get their butt off the ground .
once they were up , they instinctively held the unscrewed arm . just making sure
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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.
āŖ š ššš. āŖ
psssh ! and what do /you/ know about anything ? ! i bet you don't even know what that screw it for !
( because i certainly don't . . . cough , cough . )
[ moving their arm around just in case something was truly wrong . fark certainly put that worry into their head . . .
and of course ,
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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 ++
āŖ š ššš. āŖ
least /i/ know how to knock , idiot !
[ surprised as the spray can was ripped from their grasp ! immediately trying to reach back up for it , trying to get it back !
until , they were blasted in the face by a bit of compressed air ! ]
BUUWAAUGH !
[ they yelped , sputtering as they
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[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.] +
āŖ š ššš. āŖ
uuAGH -- ! !
[ immediately ripping the compressed air can out of their joint , causing a screw to pop out ! then , aiming the can at fark . . . then blowing it !
ššššššššššššššššš -- āā ]
HOW ABOUT YOU KNOCK FIRST , DUMBASS ? ! ( š¢ )
I'M DOING SOMETHING IMPORTANT HERE ! !
[ holding a can of compressed air , shakingly aiming it at their elbow joint .
it seems they're trying to garner courage to actually use the damn thing , as this was extremely important . unfortunately , they lost their nerve ! ]
