[Network] @hotstud_xxx; video | Day 52, evening [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[The video feed will show the inside of a tool shed where a small, flying robot is moving around in the dim light cast by the tablet.]

Hey, Trinity! Wibblelips! Look what I found. It flies, it screams, it's alive. It also happens to be the reason I'm stuck in a shed for the night. Now, I got a screwdriver.

[The screwdriver is held up into view in a pink-gloved hand.]

And I got a hammer.

[The screwdriver is set down and the hammer is picked up to show.]

It's a hammer of justice. It's a hammer of warning. And it's going to be the hammer I take to that freaking thing unless you tell me how to get it to stop screaming in my face. Hiro, you needed some robot parts, right? Might be able to get you some.

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[phaseshifter]

Oh, geez. Hush. Another one way thing? Are you dabbing pheromones behind your ears every morning? Unless it goes the other way, I guess, but - even then the trail of romance is, um. Pretty heavily stacked on your end.

[dr_unconscious]

Trade secret.

[Clayton gives another rumbling chuckle. Some people might be a little embarrassed or worried about what places this conversation has gone to, but for him it's one helluva ego boost.]

Gave you my hint, that's all yer gettin' outta me. You'll jus' have t' ask around.

[phaseshifter]

[ Ask around, huh. HMMM. ]

...Doctor Epps, are you trying to get me to cultivate a reputation for you?

[ OHHHH SHE'S GOT HER STERN VOICE ON NOW!!! ]

[dr_unconscious]

[Clayton gasps in his best attempt to sound taken aback.]

Naw! Why on earth would I do that? Ain't like I gotta try--you already made the chart for me.