15th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

. . .

[Awkward silence for a few moments.]

Anyone here know how to dispose of a corpse on this ship? Particularly one that is... falling apart...




((ooc: Yes, the fish that so traumatized Mikaela, and had taken up residence in Ironhide's bathtub... has passed on. He's not allowed pets.))

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

Call you an organic, then.

[mysweetchildren.livejournal.com]

That's right. I'm flesh and blood.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Lucky you.

[Sarcasm is strong with this one.]

[mysweetchildren.livejournal.com]

[It's a bit lost on her. Hard to insult someone who doesn't understand the meaning of insults.]

I know. I enjoy it _very much.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You have some glitch in your processor, or are you always like this?

[mysweetchildren.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you're talking about. There's nothing wrong with me.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Is too.

[mysweetchildren.livejournal.com]

What makes you think that?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Because. You are not... acting... within any displayed norm.

[mysweetchildren.livejournal.com]

And what is this "displayed norm" you're talking of?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Disliking the corpses of their spawn.

[mysweetchildren.livejournal.com]

I didn't know people didn't like that.

[Except she does.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Now you do. Quit it.

[mysweetchildren.livejournal.com]

I don't need to.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Do too.

[mysweetchildren.livejournal.com]

Not at all! I like myself the way I am.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... hmpf. Whatever.