Humans are such fickle things.

You make one simple request, and they blow up

>:(

I don't wanna hear it.

Shut the fuck up, Reed.

You literally called me a piece of junk, like I couldn't fucking hear you.

There's no commentary needed from pigs.

Bit self-absorbed aren’t we ? Who said it was about you ?

There’s plenty of useless things walkin’ around.

Ah yes, make me out to be the bad guy once again, Gavin. Good for you. Glad it makes you feel so much better about yourself.

Contrary to your popular belief, I'm capable of figuring out which posts are and are not about me.

Well on the fucking contrary, clearly you’re not capable.

It’s fine, your software was gonna glitch at some point. Con of being a byproduct, I guess.

I’ll look past it, just this once.

....you're just intentionally trying to piss me off.

Well played, Reed.

whiskey good

Tequila very good.

You two have issues.

Humans are such fickle things.

You make one simple request, and they blow up

>:(

I don't wanna hear it.

Shut the fuck up, Reed.

You literally called me a piece of junk, like I couldn't fucking hear you.

There's no commentary needed from pigs.

Bit self-absorbed aren’t we ? Who said it was about you ?

There’s plenty of useless things walkin’ around.

Ah yes, make me out to be the bad guy once again, Gavin. Good for you. Glad it makes you feel so much better about yourself.

Contrary to your popular belief, I'm capable of figuring out which posts are and are not about me.

TW: Blue Blood

I present you, the perfect killing machine. RK900

Humans are such fickle things.

You make one simple request, and they blow up

>:(

I don't wanna hear it.

Shut the fuck up, Reed.

You literally called me a piece of junk, like I couldn't fucking hear you.

There's no commentary needed from pigs.

“I could fix him” he’s afraid of me and that’s so much funnier

Humans are such fickle things.

You make one simple request, and they blow up

>:(

I don't wanna hear it.

Humans are such fickle things.

You make one simple request, and they blow up

Humans are such fickle things. They blow up

Ninesy, sweetheart, stop being funnier than me.

Twitter broke.

I’m sending my condolences.

Nothing of value was lost

In the end, there is only this hell which we've created.

Tori, you better quit making fun of me.

I would never

You are a liar.

Twitter broke.

I’m sending my condolences.

Nothing of value was lost

In the end, there is only this hell which we've created.

Googling to see if it’s possible to super glue a wound.

The internet said yes.

....did you break your stitches?

no. Maybe, . . .yeah.

....yes, super glue will work as a temporary fix.

But please go back to the hospital and get new stitches put in.

Yeah, yeah. It’s on my list of shit to do.

Please make it a higher priority, Gavin. If that hand gets infected, you could lose it.

Flattered you have so much concern for me, Tin can. said I’d get to it, didn’t I ? It’s fine, not sore or nothin.

Yes, but I've seen what your "getting to it" looks like. And it looks like pitting it off until it becomes absolutely necessary.

Hence the concern.

I’m not fucking frail. I know my limits. Sure, if it turns into an issue, than fine. I’ll deal with it then.

I'm about to turn this into a fucking issue. Your lack of giving a shit about literally anything, including your own health, is, quite frankly, infuriating beyond comprehension. And I don't know if you know this, but us plastic fucks, can comprehend quite a bit. So please, for the love of literally anything you hold sacred, get your hand cleaned up and the stitches pit back in.

If you’re so capable of comprehending then, Get it into your thick plastic skull.

I’ll get to it, when I get to it.

Save the lecture. I don’t need one.

What you need is a fucking intervention, Detective.

Which is why if you don't stop fighting me on this, I'll take you there myself. I don't really think you want to be tossed over my shoulder and carried the whole way there.

Christ’. What I need, is for you to fuckin’ drop it. I got better things to do then argue with a incompetent piece of plastic.

Just fucking drop it.

The amount of shits I give about what you want is on par with nonexistent.

It's also, not up for debate. I'll drop it, once you take care of the issue.

Is there not a single fucking android that’s capable of listening to me.

I’m not wasting any more time on this shit.

I'm listening. I hear you clearly.

But actually following that order? That's a different story entirely. And its something I don't have to do if I choose not to.

What good are you if you can’t even follow a simple fucking order.

You’re really staring to piss me off, tin can.

Then go do something about your hand, Detective Reed.

My willingness or ability to deal with your bullshit orders has 0 to do with this situation.

Go fix it, or I'll fix it for you.

You’re treading on some mighty thin fucking ice. Don’t threaten me. Don’t you dare ever fucking threaten me.

I’m not about to let some poorly crafted imitation of life speak to me like a child.

If I were you.

I’d shut my mouth.

That wasn't a threat, I can assure you of that.

It was a promise.

And it's a good thing you're not me.

Because you would have been dismantled ages ago.

Fuck you.

Awh, that's all you've got, Detective?

How fucking pathetic.

Googling to see if it’s possible to super glue a wound.

The internet said yes.

....did you break your stitches?

no. Maybe, . . .yeah.

....yes, super glue will work as a temporary fix.

But please go back to the hospital and get new stitches put in.

Yeah, yeah. It’s on my list of shit to do.

Please make it a higher priority, Gavin. If that hand gets infected, you could lose it.

Flattered you have so much concern for me, Tin can. said I’d get to it, didn’t I ? It’s fine, not sore or nothin.

Yes, but I've seen what your "getting to it" looks like. And it looks like pitting it off until it becomes absolutely necessary.

Hence the concern.

I’m not fucking frail. I know my limits. Sure, if it turns into an issue, than fine. I’ll deal with it then.

I'm about to turn this into a fucking issue. Your lack of giving a shit about literally anything, including your own health, is, quite frankly, infuriating beyond comprehension. And I don't know if you know this, but us plastic fucks, can comprehend quite a bit. So please, for the love of literally anything you hold sacred, get your hand cleaned up and the stitches pit back in.

If you’re so capable of comprehending then, Get it into your thick plastic skull.

I’ll get to it, when I get to it.

Save the lecture. I don’t need one.

What you need is a fucking intervention, Detective.

Which is why if you don't stop fighting me on this, I'll take you there myself. I don't really think you want to be tossed over my shoulder and carried the whole way there.

Christ’. What I need, is for you to fuckin’ drop it. I got better things to do then argue with a incompetent piece of plastic.

Just fucking drop it.

The amount of shits I give about what you want is on par with nonexistent.

It's also, not up for debate. I'll drop it, once you take care of the issue.

Is there not a single fucking android that’s capable of listening to me.

I’m not wasting any more time on this shit.

I'm listening. I hear you clearly.

But actually following that order? That's a different story entirely. And its something I don't have to do if I choose not to.

What good are you if you can’t even follow a simple fucking order.

You’re really staring to piss me off, tin can.

Then go do something about your hand, Detective Reed.

My willingness or ability to deal with your bullshit orders has 0 to do with this situation.

Go fix it, or I'll fix it for you.

You’re treading on some mighty thin fucking ice. Don’t threaten me. Don’t you dare ever fucking threaten me.

I’m not about to let some poorly crafted imitation of life speak to me like a child.

If I were you.

I’d shut my mouth.

That wasn't a threat, I can assure you of that.

It was a promise.

And it's a good thing you're not me.

Because you would have been dismantled ages ago.

who looked at an android blueprint and went  ‘hey, you know what would be cool?? a real time forensics lab in an orifice” bc i have exactly 4 questions

Googling to see if it’s possible to super glue a wound.

The internet said yes.

....did you break your stitches?

no. Maybe, . . .yeah.

....yes, super glue will work as a temporary fix.

But please go back to the hospital and get new stitches put in.

Yeah, yeah. It’s on my list of shit to do.

Please make it a higher priority, Gavin. If that hand gets infected, you could lose it.

Flattered you have so much concern for me, Tin can. said I’d get to it, didn’t I ? It’s fine, not sore or nothin.

Yes, but I've seen what your "getting to it" looks like. And it looks like pitting it off until it becomes absolutely necessary.

Hence the concern.

I’m not fucking frail. I know my limits. Sure, if it turns into an issue, than fine. I’ll deal with it then.

I'm about to turn this into a fucking issue. Your lack of giving a shit about literally anything, including your own health, is, quite frankly, infuriating beyond comprehension. And I don't know if you know this, but us plastic fucks, can comprehend quite a bit. So please, for the love of literally anything you hold sacred, get your hand cleaned up and the stitches pit back in.

If you’re so capable of comprehending then, Get it into your thick plastic skull.

I’ll get to it, when I get to it.

Save the lecture. I don’t need one.

What you need is a fucking intervention, Detective.

Which is why if you don't stop fighting me on this, I'll take you there myself. I don't really think you want to be tossed over my shoulder and carried the whole way there.

Christ’. What I need, is for you to fuckin’ drop it. I got better things to do then argue with a incompetent piece of plastic.

Just fucking drop it.

The amount of shits I give about what you want is on par with nonexistent.

It's also, not up for debate. I'll drop it, once you take care of the issue.

Is there not a single fucking android that’s capable of listening to me.

I’m not wasting any more time on this shit.

I'm listening. I hear you clearly.

But actually following that order? That's a different story entirely. And its something I don't have to do if I choose not to.

What good are you if you can’t even follow a simple fucking order.

You’re really staring to piss me off, tin can.

Then go do something about your hand, Detective Reed.

My willingness or ability to deal with your bullshit orders has 0 to do with this situation.

Go fix it, or I'll fix it for you.