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Sammy Dead-O
Guest
A mech thunders clumsily across the cratered landscape. It stops, leaning forward for a few seconds to regain its balance. Soon, a crackling, drive-thru-window-esque voice comes booming from its upper torso:
Hello...is this thing on? I can't hear a thing in here. Okay, I'm looking to get some training in this spiffy new mech of mine. If any of you want to practice combat in your own humongous humanoid robotic battle machines, drop by and we'll fight. Um...that's all...y'all can hear me, right? Hello?
The mech sits down on the largest rock around and waits.
Hello...is this thing on? I can't hear a thing in here. Okay, I'm looking to get some training in this spiffy new mech of mine. If any of you want to practice combat in your own humongous humanoid robotic battle machines, drop by and we'll fight. Um...that's all...y'all can hear me, right? Hello?
The mech sits down on the largest rock around and waits.