"Heh, I guess robots nowadays ain't built with a sense of humour, eh?" Gore sneered. He never really expected to get off scot free, at the very least the robot would be pretty annoyed. Nevertheless, he decided he would be as annoying and obnoxious as possible. He could go for his rifle slung onto his back, but it would probably get him in more trouble - I mean, it's murder, right...?
Suddenly a thought struck him. A robot doesn't feel pain, and any damage could be repaired later - shooting a robot was different from shooting a worker. Odd knows he's shot a few rogue Greeters in his time. Almost as many as he had Mudokon natives.
As he formulated a plan, he put his mouth to work.
"Hey, tinny, what do you think you were doing anyway? You were soooo aiming for that Slig's head - I prevented a murder! You could get in trouble for attempted murder you know! And what about Gappiqu? You just gonna let him run away? Go get'em, that's your job right? Kind of like a robo-Meep, hahaha..."
As he pestered, he wondered if robots lost their patience. Certainly, he hoped so, because when people lose their tempers - that's when PEOPLE make mistakes. But did robots? Nevertheless, he didn't hinder with his annoyance tactic.
"Even if you do get me, Gappiqu will rescue me, like I did him. Yooooouuu know it robo! If I had my arm free I'd take you on myself, I would..."
Remembering he still had the Lungbuster cigar in his mouth and the tiny handgun in his bag, he began to formulate a plan. The final element would be in place as soon as he got a reaction from RG-49.
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