[Past Event] == > SawTooth: Guru mode
TG: swaaannnnn~TG: *swoon
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 —
GT: Erm.
GT: Sawtooth?
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: Sup?
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: ???????
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.
GT: Oh.
GT: OH.
GT: I get it now.
GT: I suppose it would make sense to call him that.
GT: Actually its rather amusing. Haha.
And he was indeed laughing. The thought of the robots calling Dirk ‘mom’ just seemed too funny not to laugh about.
GT: Well anyway.
GT: My problem *does* persist from your *mother.*
GT: I havent been able to speak with him in a dogs age and i really need to.
GT: I dont suppose you could get a hold of him for me?
GT: And ill remember to stop by to say hello. Honestly ive known about you two for a while but i just guess i never had a real good reason to bother you with my nonsense. Im sorry about that.TG: Nah, the only thing that bothers me is how hard you are on yourself.
TG: Don’t worry so much.
TG: I am a perfectly normal extremely above average guy.
TG: Made of metal, but you are made of skin. That is weird to me.
TG: See? We are on almost equal ground.
He nods to himself, he would grin if that sharp metal maw would allow him. Alas, he is simply forced to look cool as all fuck. Some people are just born curse he guesses.
TG: Anyway, mother dearest is probably either doing his vanishing act, training or he might need me to beat him up for being a tool again.
TG: I’ll check in on him, tell you what I find out a’ight?
He does know hat is going on of course. How could he not? But it isn’t his secret to tell of course. But the least the little cock bite could do it say hello to his his husband.
TG: So, how is brobot doing?
TG: You aren’t allowed tell him I give a shit though. There will be consequences.
GT: You are a very chill bot you know that?
Jake laughed stupidly at his own bad joke. He couldn’t help but wonder why his friends put up with him at all after all these years of the same crap.
GT: Sounds as if we are indeed almost on equal ground.
GT: I dont know what dirk is doing which is why i was asking around for information.
GT: Ms. lalonde was the one who directed me to you.
GT: I would be really grateful for anything you can tell me on him. Im actually pretty worried about him.
Jake again couldn’t say an exact reason for being worried or for why he really wanted to talk to Dirk. He wanted to say that to the real thing first.
GT: Brobot?
GT: Its doing well i suppose?
GT: It does a lot of helping out gran.
GT: But is somehow always right outside my room whenever im even slightly too noisy.
GT: I just mark it up to dirk programming it to be super-absurdly-protective.
GT: Or something.
TG: Ice cold baby.
he pauses for a minute at the programming topic. It always gives SawTooth mixed feelings. Those of rage and depression. He doesn’t like the idea of his free will being compromised by anybody. It is a scary thought for the robot.
TG: Could be, just remember that Dirk programs free will and emotion in us.
TG: Surprisingly, the ability to learn too. Outside of downloading data.
TG: Programming is all guidelines and rules to follow.
TG: So it could be looking out for you as a rule, but lets face it.
TG: If it is going to look like dirk, he is going to give it free will.
TG: It was based of him, but let it grow into its own person.
TG: You’ll probably like him better then, right?
SawTooth nods to himself at his sage advice, wondering how exactly he became such a wise guru of information. No wonder Square calls him that shit sometimes. Beatdown guru. Yeah, he digs that name.
TG: So, why didn’t you head out with him anyway?
TG: I know you got ruins and shit, but he was pretty upset.
TG: Planned a lot of shit. I ditched Square once.
TG: Little bastard bawled.
TG: I should bring him back an Onix.
TG: Bitches love Onix.
Ok, hopefully Jae will realise that is in fact a joke. Gotta test a bro.
