"Yeah you REALLY shouldn't have done that-it's not myyyyyy fault your inventions sucked-I just fixed them. Plus, I didn't steal them they got out. Finders' keepers."
"Yeah well they're programming was making them ineffective idiots. I gave them targeting capabilities, they can predict and adapt to people's movements, gradually gaining more intelligence about them to change their fighting styles-hell I even made them motion and sound activated so their clunkyness wouldn't give them away-they had STEALTH capacities. And you just fucked up all of that. Oh and no they're clearly not because the Duke keeps sending these to me-'course he IS basically omnipotent-"
"... Of course I give that tub of lard access in there, he just went and bought his way to being kicked out.. Listen here, your done fucking with my inventions. You don't have any sort of Idea of what I was going for, or with for that matter. You don't know If I was building some into literal tanks, hell i could make 'em into flying UFO's or some shit, but no. You used my inventions and put them as your own, and you realize I have a infinite amount of them, right? You lost the ones you took. Just-, -sigh-.. I'm getting way to heated into something that doesn't matter right now, look. I have questions for you, and I just want some answers. If we're quick, then i'll be able to determine if you can help me with something."
".. Heh, yeah yeah. Call me whatever you want, the knowledge you hold I do, we're all created like that, and i meant of bodies, but whatever. Listen, while I don't like the fact you took them, or, well received them.. you seem like your able to do good things with them, I believe you don't like Mrs chicken wings, now do you?"
"... I despise her. The actual reason i even made my inventions is to kill that bitch. I want your help, If your able to do what I think you may, then I believe if we somewhat, "teamed up", then we would be able to kill her."
And well, it was kinda the same story for him, yeah sure she might;ve seen a glance of him, she hasn't been able to even get much as a hair recognition.
"Hf-"
He heard a sharp intake of breath and a long stretch of silence-and then-and then she stepped into view. Her eyes were wide, glowing green-and she looked absolutely terrified. Her whole body was shaking, horribly, horribly shaking-she let out the most bloodcurdling scream, falling to the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut, curling up in a ball as she rocked back and forth, hands curled in her hair.
"No...N-NO!"
He had a feeling this was her powers in action-Miranda had something about predictions. But if that was true-gods, that had to be an awful power to have but more than that-she must be seeing something truly horrible.
"...g-god dammit, Hey hey hey-! Calm yourself-!"
He, well not exactly to really help her. You see, he wanted her to be at her best when she, inevitably helped, but he would soon actually start caring, and when i mean by soon, i mean VEEEERY soon, but nevertheless, he placed the hammer on the the top of itself, letting it rest upright as he rushed over to her, obviously he didn't touch touch her, but he did end up placing a hand on her back, and another on her leg, just trying to keep her steady.
"Listen-, the more you panic the more you'll make it worse, just breath.. alright? Just.. breath..-"