[Past Event] == > SawTooth: Set the mood
TG: NO JAEKY ACCEPT THE BOT DICK
TG: lolol jk
TG: butt yeah u should talk to him
TG: suhc a sweet bro
There is a knock on her door about this time, and she decides to finish talking to before greeting the person. Did she invite someone to see her? Hmmm. WHAT COULD IT BEEEE.
TG: OMG YESS PLEASE ASK HER THOUGH
TG: it would be soooo cooooool
TG: omg i need to run thouhg 4 a minute
TG: fukkers at my door
TG: BYEBYE JAEKERS
GT: I cannot the number of levels of wrong that your statement about robot man parts resides on.
GT: All of the levels.
GT: Every single level.
GT: That aside ill leave you to whatever company you have and ill message sawtooth.
GT: I should be on all day if you want to continue our conversation.
GT: Its storming outside so i dont have anything else to do.
—giratinasTerror ceased pestering tipsyGardevoir—
That done Jake turned his sighs onto one of the static chumhandles in his chumlist.
—giratinasTerror began pestering titaniumGolem —
This was ever so slightly more awkward feeling than he though it needed to be. Perhaps he should have asked Brobot first before Sawtooth. It was too late to take it back now though.
SawTooth stopped for a moment, having arrived in Mistralton city. His war conquest was going well, already rumors of an unstoppable battling robot had been circling and challenges had been appearing left and right. Unfortunately, so had Crocker Corp trying to recruit him. An awful pain. Especially after they tried force.
Nobody ever expects the goddamn missiles.
TG: Oh shit. Dirks friend right?
TG: Damn. Here I had figured none of you cared about me.
TG: You need me for something?
He had considered a forced introduction to Jake by trashing the shitty robot that was still hanging around him. Let a brother get his introduction on.
TG: Mom being a shithead again?
GT: Er yes.
GT: You know me?
GT: Ah well. I guess ill introduce myself properly. Jake english.
GT: Though you likely do know that being on of dirks bots.
Yep. This was awkward. Jake didn’t know why. Sawtooth was typing perfectly normal. No need to be nervous about the fact he was just one of Dirk’s creations. “Who the hell am I joking? This is just odd.” Jake shook his head but continued to talk to the robot anyway.
GT: I wouldnt say *need* but i suppose that is a bit the case at this point. Im sorry to be a pain.
There was a long pause at the mention of a mother. “I don’t…”
GT: I dont have a mother? Living at least. Youve lost me. Im sorry.
TG: Chill bro.
TG: I meant my mother, Dirk.
TG: He hates the name.
TG: So, what do you need?
SawTooth was currently chilling on top of the cities gym, looking out at the runaway, pondering if perhaps he could jack a plane. Wouldn’t take that long really.
TG: Also, Dirk mentioned you. That and I have been around for a while. In his house.
TG: Not right now though, Square is minding the place. You should go say hi.