"Fuuuuck you, tri-colored space bee," Eddie cheerfully quipped before announcing, "GOING INTO STANDBY" and the fans of the computer behind the sofa powered down.
Dib chuckled with a shake of his head, peeling out of his shirt. "You really shouldn't antagonize him, he's already high-strung as it is." And his pants came off moments later, discarded unceremoniously off the front of the couch before he got more comfortable again. "I've actually been trying to get him to calm down lately, so I can test out these robotic limbs I've been making for him, so he can help around the house. You know, just to do small things like clean and put away groceries, things like that. He complains that I have the worst organizational skills he's ever seen." Which wasn't far from the truth, at least when compared to a computer. He pointed at the long table behind the sofa, which served as his work bench, where there was set one fully completed articulated metal hand, and another that was just in the stages of starting to be built. The finesse and detail that he'd put into them was obvious, and it was also clear that it was just something for him to pass the time. Other projects were on the table, but they were pushed out of the way to make room for the hands.
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Dib chuckled with a shake of his head, peeling out of his shirt. "You really shouldn't antagonize him, he's already high-strung as it is." And his pants came off moments later, discarded unceremoniously off the front of the couch before he got more comfortable again. "I've actually been trying to get him to calm down lately, so I can test out these robotic limbs I've been making for him, so he can help around the house. You know, just to do small things like clean and put away groceries, things like that. He complains that I have the worst organizational skills he's ever seen." Which wasn't far from the truth, at least when compared to a computer. He pointed at the long table behind the sofa, which served as his work bench, where there was set one fully completed articulated metal hand, and another that was just in the stages of starting to be built. The finesse and detail that he'd put into them was obvious, and it was also clear that it was just something for him to pass the time. Other projects were on the table, but they were pushed out of the way to make room for the hands.