"You're all such a buzzkill...... Jeez Can't have any fun can I?"

"Ugh..... Everyone gets so serious. I just want to blow shit up....."

"Hold on when the fuck did some of these dolls become effectively tech gods? Thats such a buzzkill...."

"Its not you that's the buzzkill. Its everyone else. And I'd like to. But being threatened with electronic death is not my favorite."

"Well that's horse shit."

"I would rather not meet something that can fry my brain."

"You know seeing as how I probably have pissed them off. I'd rather not have that happen..."

Totally not me...... Nope. Totally not.

Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor. Let the bodies hit the floor.

Architect YES.

Absolutely not. You cannot make me.

That's just rude. You know. I miss when you were soft. Like a good and warm cinnamon roll.

Well. At least that would be another confusion off the board. Because everything is just contiunally made into a mess around all of you.

Oh. I'm not saying it was avoidable miss exesitential crisis. Everything just happens to become complicated with you. Everything.

Sure sure. Keep yourself going. Just don't forget those you leave in the dust.

Good. Then maybe you won't be so bad.

Nothing. Just stating my mind.