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random_cantina2007-12-27 07:40 pm
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One squishy and eight robots walk into a cafe...
Megan looks around the room as they enter, her adoptive 'brothers' - in this case the full eight-member set of Alpha Squadron - not far away. It was late afternoon at home, since they didn't want her staying up too late or to be late for school when it started up again. But they had little idea what time it would be here.
But Time and Oil were spending the night, which made it a perfect opportunity for a little 'welcome to the family' evening out with their new little sister.
But Time and Oil were spending the night, which made it a perfect opportunity for a little 'welcome to the family' evening out with their new little sister.
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"Now yer in fer it," comments her twin, sipping his coffee.
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"Why?" asks Time.
"Did we do something wrong?" adds Oil.
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"Eh, not all of us turn stuff into oil like you do, kiddo," Cut says.
"And even then, I'm sure your systems have some kind of finite capacity," adds Elec. Out of all of them, Oil seemed to have the biggest appetite at times. Oddly enough, he seemed like he could eat more than Guts could. Elec wondered at the sheer physics of just where the food went in the tiny little Alpha.
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"We woulda been here sooner," Cut adds, "if it wasn't for learning what to do with all the livestock they also brought with them."
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"Do you mean Ciel's stress worm? The blue caterpillar thing?"
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