"Dudley is right, we must not forget the coffee drink. Charles, I only want each person to be happy, happiness comes from knowing how best to serve Friend Computer, Happiness is mandatory... are you not happy?" Doc takes a quick swig of a full cup of coffee-type drink and makes a show of smiling as it hits his stomach. Face turning red and tears of "Joy" welling in his eyes. "Get..." Doc coughs as the coffee-style drink fills his stomach. "Oh that is good... Get, the position Katlin holds is a single position responsible for all things equipment, it is by the book the way the Computer has designed it. Would you damage something Computer has made just so you can take some? That sounds selfish, I do hope you are not selfishly destroying Computer's property." Not for the sixteenth time this hour does Doc wish he had a barrel on his laser so he could deal with these others and hope the next batch of clones are more compliant. "Is this not the best coffee-type drink you have ever tasted friend Get?" A true smile forms on Doc's chiseled face.
Get returned the smile and then increased the smile by 30%, the sides of his eyes crinkling under the strain.
Of course not. I’d never damage Computer property for any reason. Perhaps I could be forward scout or even just logistics for carrying away vermin carcasses or other things we find and need to dispose of, not that I expect to find anything like that.
He took another swig of coffee, breaking the smile only to swallow. It is truly the best coffee type drink I have ever tasted
Dudley turns his Bullhorn (with Megabooster™) towards Katlin and the others.
"" he communicates to them. He pauses long enough to finish what's left of his drink. ""
Drinks his coffee-type-drink with grim determination, pondering the future........of Hygiene. CORN announces loudly, "As Hygiene Officer please be so kind as to prepare yourself for not only happy-clean hands but happy-clean minds as well." and further states, "If I find your happy-clean-hygiene not to friend computer standards DOC LUV will be immediately informed." Nods subserviently to DOC LUV.
Dudley lowers the Bullhorn (with Megabooster™) and approaches team Leader Doc Luv.
"I have not been issued any recording device or writing implements. Will our requisition ticket be able to cover that?"
"The best part of waking up ...
Is coffee-like drink in your cup!" Trap takes a long gulp from the cup, and, quite used to horrible liquids being poured down his gullet, his stomach accepted it as its lot in life.
"Why, it's among the best!" she says, the smile on her face never fading, as she had already drunk the foul drink with genuine glee earlier.
She nods, "We will meet at [Insert point near objective area] in [Appropriate amount of time]."
She leaves to do her Duty to the best of her ability.
I'm prepped with truncheon at the ready. As my laser is lacking a barrel...........sigh.
None enters late. He looks around with a pleasant smile on his face. He grabs an empty mug and is about to fill it, as the pot of coffee-like drink heads out the other door. He stares at the area. You're not sure where, as his eye is not only lazy but collecting welfare. He drinks deep from the empty cup and lowers it with a satisfied sigh. Friend Computer tells me that my meager skills as troubleshooter are needed
None extends his hands to collect whatever is offered. He says as if it was a blessing to each item given. Friend Computer loves and cares for Stay All hail friend
ALL HAIL SAFETY OFFICER! Friend Computer has truly demonstrated wisdom and foresight in his selection of safety officer! Examines None's hands and notices dirt under his fingernails. Looks None straight in the eye and says, "As hygiene officer I must inform you that your filthy hands are in need of immediate attention! Also, its flu season. Have you had your vaccine?"
"I am happy to have you with us None, I will make sure all explosives are with you. Get, that is a great Idea, you will be the first to enter any of the storage units to make sure they are clear before we move on to the next one." Doc stops for a second to listen to Corn call attention to None's fingers while looking down at his PDC. He quickly looks around to make sure no one is looking at his screen and then remembers what they are supposed to be doing."None, please clean your fingers per regulations as we make our way to Equipment assignment."
Get made a quick salute and followed along to equipment assignment. He hoped get get what he needed for all his assignments.
Get arrived at requisition excited (perhaps anxious) to begin the mission.
None happily cleans his nails using his other hand's nails and flicking the sticky dirt. His pleasant smile never wavers as they break up to later reconvene at the Equipment depot. He watches as they leave one by one until he is the only one left. His practiced smile doesn't drop even when alone.
None arrives early to the Equipment depot while humming to himself contently.
CORN, arrives at the equipment depot. He is happy and content.
"Oh, boy, I love paperwork! Really reminds me how awesome Friend Computer is!"
"Oh, not, I love paperwork! Really reminds me how awesome Friend Computer is!"
Charles arrives at the Depot five minutes before the designated time.
Doc watches as each member of the team files in, smiling the whole time as he notes the timeliness of his charges.
Dudley arrives in what he hopes is enough time. He looks a bit unsteady and his uniform is unzipped revealing a peek of a t-shirt with a Mark IV Warbot image on it. He looks at once both relieved and uncomfortable.
"Please be sure to inform me of your needs to communicate," Dudley says to the others. "I will be certain to assist you." He raises his Bullhorn (with Megabooster™) in case anyone had forgotten he carried it.
Looking at Dudley, None realizes that Corn's ability to preform his duties as Hygiene officer is capricious at best. Or perhaps Corn is actually trying to angle for his Safety officer position...either way it reflects poorly on the Team Leader.
Get looked at the Scrub-bot closely. Hello friend Scrub-Bot. I'm fortunate to receive you from the Computer. I look forward to working with you. Will you be assisting me with cleaning the storage units?
Get didn't touch his handle.
But he REALLY wanted to.
None feels the primordial pull from deep within his DNA to touch the handle. He sidesteps closer and closer to Get and the Scrub-bot. It was only through a sheer force of will that keeps him in check. However his eyes look longingly at the handle. Of course, everyone else thinks his look might be meant for them. Despite his iron will. His hand slowly and surreptitiously reaches out for the silvery siren of porcelain perfection.
None shakes off his hand and pulls cancerlite cigarette from his breast pocket. He lights it with his FunFun Lighter and takes a long drag. That was
Get’s eyes bulged in surprise and disgust.
He stepped between None and Scrub-bot.
Friend citizen. This bot is under my protection and care. I’ll ask you not to do that again.
As Get warns None against touching his friend again, Doc clears his throat and hands Get a laser barrel. He continues handing out laser barrels till everyone except Charles has one. To Charles a shiny new laser rifle with two new barrels is handed. Katlin is handed a 275 page binder with inventory codes and a floor waxer, with a giant drum of wax. Dudley receives two multicorders for inventory purposes. Get and Redy are both handed vacuums.
Then Doc passes out enough gloves and goggles, mops, buckets, and bleach for all and smiles. "We must hurry to the storage units to do our duty and clear them for friend computer."
Get takes his barrel, attaches it to his gun, dons his gloves and goggles and hoists his vacuum.
Ready, sir! Do you still want Scrub Bot and myself to enter each unit alone to scout ahead of time?
Gleefully attaching the barrel to his laser pistol and holsters it in the high ready fun-fun position. Cut a disparaging look to NONE with his wet sleeve and informs DUDLEY, "Citizen-Friend Dudley get your uniform squared away or this treasonous infraction of hygiene will be noted and passed on to your superiors"
I move in line behind GET so that I can better assess hygiene.
Get’s eyes bulged in surprise and disgust.
He stepped between None and Scrub-bot.
Friend citizen. This bot is under my protection and care. I’ll ask you not to do that again.
None smiles pleasantly at Get. He was able to do something that Get only dreams about. Only until 2R-L8 begs for me to do it
TIME FOR A WIDE AWAKE PILL!
Hands a BAG of something labeled "CORN CHIPS" to NONE and GET. "You guys will know what to do with these when the stars are right! Hey Citizen-Friends lets get along and get this mission started properly."
Rolls- 17 for connection
Rolls- 15 for con
Get looked at the bag.
NOPE, maybe a little dusty. I got a good DEAL on these. Just passing the savings on to my Citizen-Friends, which is definitely not treasonous. Gives everyone a "knowing" look, and looks for the "appropriate response".
Get looks back at Corn with a blank look. Nothing he’s saying means anything to him.
None looks in the bag. He looks up and says, What in the Computer's benevolent orders are
Just a saying from the murky past, nothing treasonous here NONE except your hygiene and lack of ability to keep your hands to yourself. Enjoy, your CORN CHIPS packaging and lets move along.
Carefully holding his issued laser rifle, Charles will walk towards the rear of the group. He will be carefully looking at each member of the group.
Just a saying from the murky past, nothing treasonous here NONE except your hygiene and lack of ability to keep your hands to yourself. Enjoy, your CORN CHIPS packaging and lets move along.
None watches Corn spew his antisocial attitude with a smile. Team Leader, as Safety Officer, I must state false accusations of treason are Action should be taken before Commie ideas and attitudes undermine the mission and
The troubleshooter locks and loads his laser pistol.
FRIEND COMPUTER and Glorious Citizen Team Leader! Safety Officer is jeopardizing the stability of this mission by making irresponsible/felonious accusations. He is also apparently preparing to discharge his weapon without regard to the safety of other team members. DOES NO ONE APPRECIATE A BAG OF CORN CHIPS???
Corn is holding a bag of "Corn Chips" and looking at both NONE and TEAM LEADER DOC LUV simultaneously.