A pause. Squinting. “Are they nazis. . .?”
A pause. Squinting. “Are they nazis. . .?”
YOURE STILL THE ONLY ACCOUNT IVE FOUND FOR THIS SHOW-
Unless you consider rust a sickness. “
…Well, probably some of the old guys around too. I mean, in retirement homes. Or…cryogenically frozen. But if it’s the latter, we got you.”
“. . .New directive?”
His head tilts, as if it were such a foreign concept to him. He’s only ever known—
" no. i am sure yer still plenty useful. you just ... need a *new directive! or ... -->
He’s never gave much thought about the ‘2’ etched on to his helmet, he’s never gave anything—
“. . .New directive?”
His head tilts, as if it were such a foreign concept to him. He’s only ever known—
He’s about as shocked as a robot can sound, though that seems to. . . Anger him, a bit.
“Well, that just means there’s more for us to kill, then!”
He’s about as shocked as someone like him can be to see someone from, well. . . The time period he was made. But he’s happily taking the can to start drinking it.
“How goes the fight?”
He’s about as shocked as a robot can sound, though that seems to. . . Anger him, a bit.
“Well, that just means there’s more for us to kill, then!”