11-18-2016, 07:25 PM
Claptrap looked uneasily at the girl. She was saying some pretty messed up stuff for someone so young. She was talking about falling down a hole, then dying, than something about flowers? Claptrap was tempted to laugh it off as a kids imagination before her eyes turned red.
'Now we're talking.' Claptrap said to himself. 'Something to kill and look great while doing it.' Claptrap pumped his shotgun and levelled it at the girl. He didn't actually need to, he just thought it looked cool.
"In accordance with Hyperion AI laws and regulations, chapter 3, section C, paragraph 4, any and all Hyperion robots are to protect sponsored humans from any threats, including, but not limited to; bandits, dangerous wildlife, DAHL soldiers, Jakobs munitions, megalomaniacal dictators and the supernatural. Construction loaders, CL4P-TP units and cleaning boys are exempt from this law." Claptrap paused, ralising what he just said.
"That, eheh, that doesn't apply to me, because I've got my vault hunting program. But anyway, you are at least one and a half of those things, so prepare for some Hyperion brand smackdown! (All rights reserved.)"
Unbeknownst to Claptrap, because he stretches the term intelligence in artificial intelligence, Chara was getting more and more annoyed with each word. When he had finally finished his speech, she was almost at breaking point.
"Now! Have at you!" Claptrap cried.
"Ok, time to make you shut up!" Chara said as she drew her knife and glitched out of Claptrap's field of view.
"Oh skagsack" He said under his breath. "That's not good."
'Now we're talking.' Claptrap said to himself. 'Something to kill and look great while doing it.' Claptrap pumped his shotgun and levelled it at the girl. He didn't actually need to, he just thought it looked cool.
"In accordance with Hyperion AI laws and regulations, chapter 3, section C, paragraph 4, any and all Hyperion robots are to protect sponsored humans from any threats, including, but not limited to; bandits, dangerous wildlife, DAHL soldiers, Jakobs munitions, megalomaniacal dictators and the supernatural. Construction loaders, CL4P-TP units and cleaning boys are exempt from this law." Claptrap paused, ralising what he just said.
"That, eheh, that doesn't apply to me, because I've got my vault hunting program. But anyway, you are at least one and a half of those things, so prepare for some Hyperion brand smackdown! (All rights reserved.)"
Unbeknownst to Claptrap, because he stretches the term intelligence in artificial intelligence, Chara was getting more and more annoyed with each word. When he had finally finished his speech, she was almost at breaking point.
"Now! Have at you!" Claptrap cried.
"Ok, time to make you shut up!" Chara said as she drew her knife and glitched out of Claptrap's field of view.
"Oh skagsack" He said under his breath. "That's not good."
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