Out of Coffee: Digit's response= priceless.
BIC:
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Good joke Grubb01, I perfectly comprehend the meaning in the choice of your words. Answer: Yes, I am what most beings refer to as a robot. Like I produced before I am a all-puropose mechanical unit serial code: RH-501. My purposes are almost limitless due to my assimilating and adapting features, however, my main purpose is for use in warfare. Now Grubb01 would you care to explain to me the reason for your creation? I would also admire a explanation for your powers and abilities so I can update my files."
Ophelia gave a nervous chuckle as the robot began laughing emotionlessly. She made a mental note not to crack jokes around robots.
"My creation? Well," she began, scratching her head, "we do have a dictionary-thick book on the question back at the village, but to skip preaching all the religious crap, i'll keep it short. We grubbs were created by the Great Spirits who safeguarded our waters for generations, until that Sekto demon came along, but we kicked his ass in the end, so we're good." She grinned. "And of course we have a purpose, everything was created for a special reason. I'm the leader of my village," she said, beaming with pride, "and Mola here doesn't have any useful purpose, which is why we're here trying to find him a job."
Ophelia was too busy talking to notice that Mola had spit out his mouth gag. "Hi!" He said. "I'm Mola! I have a load of abilites! I can swim and jump and i'm double jointed so I can bend my arm back all the way even though Ophelia thinks its disgusting---" Ophelia crammed the gag back into his mouth.
"Well, okay, it was nice talking to you..." she frowned, "RH-501? What kind of name is that?"
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