Draw your pulse pistol and aim it gangsta-style
From Create Your Own Story
Turning it the obligatory 90 degrees, you rest your pulse pistol against the forehead of the figure emerging from the dust. It appears to be humanoid, with light blue skin, perfect hair, and a completely emotionless stare. He stands still and silent clad in brown robes. Space-Vampire, you figure, keeping your pistol rested against his brow. While you are positive you could not be any more intimidating right now, you know that you're going to have to say something to this Space-Vampire at some point. And if you don't say something stone-cold badass, then the moment is going to be totally ruined.
The "Space Vampire" waits patiently as you think your approach through. If he is perturbed at all, he shows no indication.
After another moments deliberation, you decide on an appropriately badass opening line of dialogue.
You inquire menacingly "Okay, Mr. Space Vampire Bad Guy. What are you up to?" Nailed it
"Faulty reasoning from flesh unit," it chirps at you spitting electrical sparks from its mouth. "We are neither hungry for, dependent on, nor the slightest bit interested in discussing your disgusting flesh fluids. Please desist from this offensive topic and state your purpose in Aztec."
"What's Aztec?" you ask. You grit your teeth to make sure it's extra intimidating.
"Query: Aztec" it chirps, unaffected. "Central mining settlement for planetoid Quetzalcoatl. Location designation for this unit."
OK I know this one you think, confidently.
"Instruction: state specs and designations for this unit" you instruct, hoping that it is indeed a machine and not some vampiric ruse.
"This unit's purpose is general cleaning and service."
"Query: what is this unit's designation?"
"This unit is called JMPF43."
"Uh huh." you mutter, not sure how to react to that.
"It is a humble name." JMPF43 assures you.
"I think I'm going to call you Mr. Bob."
"Acknowledged."
At this point the remaining squad members catch up to you and your cool new robot.
"Mr. Bob. Do you think you would like to help us?" you ask as politely as you can.
"Mr. Bob will attempt to like helping you." Mr. Bob replies, very politely.
A new robot friend! lower your pistol
Shoot this lying, bloodsucking, death-droid right in the CPU
