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... [Rotates potato 180] Try now.

In my defense, it's heresy to know how to build a desk lamp. Building Fido was the upper limit of my capabilities. Has knees like a real dog, but can be a little hard to control.

*turns on the TV and begins watching Blood Bowl*

I am truly terrified that worked.
*Is moving much better*

*Burrows out of the ground along with several Zerglings*

"Well, what's going on here today, food sacks?"

*Sees TV with Blood Bowl playing on it*

"Ooh, we could do with a bit of entertainment!"

*Slides over and starts watching Blood Bowl on the TV, while the Zerglings do the same, obtaining some popcorn from...somewhere.*

What in the name of-
What are you watching? Those people would make perfect test subjects, and they're wasting them on the field?
This is why I hate humans...
*Wheels over to the corner to scheme*

You hate humans? [Looks sad] After I lent you my awful robot, too.

[Sticks head in kitchen] Food smells nearly ready.

Have we been given a reason to not pan fry the sarcastic snack? It has to have something special with its genes.

Pretty sure it's just that there's a potato being used as a battery. It's not a sentient potato.

Somebody mention Snacks?

snacks coming right up, cookies, gingerbread tanks, muffins and caramel slices. Also for the kroot, meat mini warspheres.

*deposits several large trays*

*waves to wk*
Your finaly awake. Good timing good egg

*to room* casarole coming soonish, bc is a perfectenist cook.
*looks near door, flamers several large bugs sneaking in and goes back into kitchen*

Ok. Look. Fancy human with the hat. I don't hate you. I'm just programmed in ways that it makes it easier to test humans. I'm very grateful for the method of locomotion.

*Maria looks on*

So your a potato/ unethical scientist who experiments on humans...

Can,t be any worse than the rest of us!

*sees Snurl*
Hello my friend, care to watch some blood bowl?
*completely undisturbed by the zerg around him*

I was never programmed with ethics. I believe that they are a human concept.
Do you know what else is a human concept?
Not being immune to deadly neurotoxin.

And I'm wearing fully void sealable power armour with external warning and micro sensors....

*puts on a rebreather*

*Marla shouts over *
Rebreather, guard issue.... Safer, run to repressor. Full NBC positive pressure and filters with alarms.

Could drive that over a toxic deathworld

*jogs over to the Repressor*

*goes over and checks out guard rebrather*

Though so, your filters are 50 years out of date and will protect you from about a bad smell....

Guard issue... why do they bother...
*fishs out two replacement filters and refits them*
its like they want you to die.

Before they woke me, so I could live forever, Aperture would fire and rehire their employees every year, to prevent them from requiring raises. I assume that your gas mask works the same way.

*double checks the back up air tanks sealing systems*

all good, though im tempted to mash that potato, or maybe roast....

[Sighs] We're not expected to live long enough for raises.

What is your occupation?
With standards that low, I am not surprised at how badly that uniform fits you. Was it sized by a malnfunctioning obese blind man?
Because that is terrible.

*raises lasgun*
Insult my comrades one more time and you're being turned into potato chips!

Badly fitting? [Looks down] I guess I have lost weight. [Looks sheepish] I burned off a lot of energy through dying. And being abused by a daemon. But mostly dying.

I'm expected to herd soldiers to places they won't enjoy, for a system we can scant understand.

And I then burn those who disagree with the system they scant understand for reasons hidden them

*shrugs* we make great people!

[Looks at feet] I try to be good people. It's just hard when everyone is so... Confusing.

I try, but yeah, ummm a few ash piles disagree. ..(marla)

Yeah kinds we all have a past and we all kinda did things.
*shuffles abit*

Least your not a potato....

OOC: I'm sorry. I'm going to be taking a break. For a while.

OOC: No need to apologize V, we'll hold down the fort for you.

BIC;
*begins tinkering with some shreds of scrap metal*