[The last time she had visitors was Adora/ She-Ra and Glimmer and that was so much fun! She's totally ready to host! And will make sure the kitchen has extra tiny cupcakes!
Also better temporaily disable all the First Ones tech. Since Rex sounded not-so-excited about robot uprisings.]
Sending you the coordinates!
I know you haven't traced them yet because otherwise three visuses would have fried your system! <3
[...O_O...]
He is indeed! Basic idea- RPG hero who thinks like the an RPG villain.
[ He's not surprised, it's exactly what he'd do. It's what everyone would do, right? It's why he didn't trace them. Not until he got everything properly protected! ]
Thanks. ETA two hours. See you soon.
[ He's gonna try and show off a little back. That's an overestimation so he can turn up early and hopefully slip under her radar. His little mobile lab, about the size of a van, has quite some stealth ability. Of course, she's still waaaay better than him at tech- so he's kinda cheating by using magic for cloaking. Being a master trapster and a tricky thinker himself, he tries a route few would expect on its little robo legs.
So give him fifty minutes and- ]
I've arrived.
[ He's hoping this is a surprise and not a 'she's right outside when he opens the door' scenario. But because he's a pessimist, he's ready if she is with his usual poker face. ]
[Not quiiiiiiite outside, but Entrapta drops down as he exits. Descending on coiling pigtails and waving madly. With both arms.
Even if Rex has braced himself? There's no way to be ready for experiencing the sheer volume of hair. Or how fast she's right up in his space. Glancing excitedly between her guest and the lab.]
HI! I didn't know you knew magic too that's amazing you're sure you're not a Princess?!
[Since you know - Magic/Tech is pretty much merged, as far as she's concerned?]
[ His full response to being foiled in his plan for looking good and to suddenly having a girl all up in his grill with super huge hair? A quiet huff and no break on his tombstone poker face.
He doesn’t seem to mind her proximity but his eyes do dart around to follow all the motion he can. He’s wrapped up in his huge puffy coat covered with pockets inside and out, zipped up to the chin and hands in his pockets. ]
Fairly sure. If I wanted to be certain, I’d have to study princesses more extensively. I’m definitely a wizard. Can’t rule out the possibility I’m both.
[ He gives a shrug, as his huge robot unfolds behind him, clambering out of the mobile lab and shaking the whole thing as the weight shifts. ]
Actually, studying the Princesses would be very useful.
[Pockets! Very useful! And that heavy coat must make for great insulation/damage absorption!
Normally greetings would probably be exchanged. Except they've been talking awhile, so it's like they already know each other! In any case? Entrapta's already swinging herself up to get a good look at the robot!]
[ All that! Plus it hides that he's pretty skinny and it's not a good look on someone as tall as him. He steps out of the way to let her admire his work.
As mentioned, Rex does tend to get carried away when he builds his little projects- the first time at least. If he made another it would be a lot closer to his original specs and be much more boring. First one is always a Rex Special.
That's why in response to being examined, Moltonne plays the role Rex designs it to have. It vents heat in a way that sounds like a roar emerging from its entire body, holding fists up and legs wide. Not enough heat to hurt either of them, but a display of how cool and scary it is! Big bad beetle borg!
...Rex kinda has edgy tastes in robots, but he's watching her hair mostly. That's super cool and useful. ]
[Entrapta lets out a whoop as the steam bellows. Swirling tendrils of white against her own purple coils. Fishing out a recorder with a tendril, she leans in to poke at a vent. Displaying even more precision then was probably expected. You know - considering it's hair.
What's it made of, anyway?]
Day 1 of Rex Visit - Note to self, more sound amplifiers in robots!
[ The vent is nastily hot to the touch, so hopefully the poke is not lingering. Rex is happy to let her examine the machine in as much depth as she likes- he's got a keen eye trained on her for a lot of reasons. He'd love some insight into how a mind like hers works- scientifically, that is, not like such burning questions as 'Why does she like tiny food?' He doesn't believe it when people say he's a genius- he just thinks he's good at trickery. It'd be so great to be a real genius like her.
He's also taking notes, his tapped on a pad, just ideas to look at later. Maybe he could have some sort of neural system connected to a series of small robots. Or repurpose prosthetic limbs into extra limbs! ]
It doesn't speak itself, but I did make sure it has speakers. For relaying ultimatums and intimidation, playing back instructions for evacuations. That sort of thing.
[ And because playing death metal full volume over the battlefield is just cool. The music he has in his ears right now though, just loud enough anyone standing right next to him can hear, is Anamanaguchi's Endless Fantasy. She just has that vibe, to him. ]
I use a process of heating and cooling magic to temper the metals and- [ Yeah you know what, this is just a quick technobabble burst. Mysticbabble too. Basic take-away from it all, Rex is great (but not amazing like her) at tech and great (or fantastic like a master spellcaster) at magic, but better at making them work seamlessly together. Nexialism- it's what he does. We now return to actual dialogue now he's back to speaking understandable English. ] ...And also it can make really good coffee, but that was just integrated to test how fine I could get the temperature control.
[Fortunately that's what the gloves are for! Entrapta's been through enough shocks, scrapes, and burns that she rarely takes them off. Who knows what opportunities could be missed with that waste of time?
Maybe there's a standard model of Genius. Expectations of a leader, a Princess. They shatter upon hitting this ballistic force. The inventor flits frantically from idea to idea. A blur of constant motion, ponytails moving interchangeably with her other limbs. Her enthusiasm needing a vent as much as the steam.
She nods along with Rex's exposition. Dropping observations here and there, bobbing along with the music. Catchy! Then - ]
COFFEE! Perfect! Let's go - Watch your head, Moltonne!
[Onward into the breach! Or, you know - her castle/lab!]
[ He appreciates both her listening and her additions. Everything she says has him adding notes, because she really is very good at what she does. Probably the best in the world. Scratch that, he decides after a particularly brilliant addition, absolutely the best in the world. There’s so much to learn from her!
Being kind of messed up Rex doesn’t think that they’re two friends with similar interests which they clearly are, but as him being a leech on her and Entrapta deserving way better than how he’ll treat her. Which is very nicely, he just thinks of that as a trick instead of... being nice. I SAID he’s messed up.
Moltonne ignores her, but looks at Rex in a faceless ‘should I’ look, which he confirms with a wave of a hand. ]
So is there anything in particular you’re focussing on at present?
[ Rex stays quite close, not noticing his robot is falling further and further behind. It keeps stopping to admire the cute pictures. ]
[Which is good! The staying close. Because there are a lot of booby traps. Just. So many.
It's not like Entrapta exactly has a healthy sense of relationships. People are great! But also so slow. Blinking along in confusion about things as basic as a poly-vortex biosphere. It's a struggle. Slowing all her words to a crawl while all her mind wants to do is run.
And she doesn't have to with Rex and it's nice and she's actually humming. The same song leaking through the headphones.]
Well, there's always the First Ones projects but until I get more samples - Oh! You like kittens?!
[This is to Moltonne, who has paused in front of a painting of... yup. Robotic kittens tumbling adorably in some wire.]
[ Rex is astoundingly patient, so he doesn't usually have Entrapta's problem of frustration when dealing with anyone less intelligent than him (i.e almost everyone he's met, she's one of the exceptions of course). But it is very refreshing to not have to think of a lesson plan for his allies. He thinks of her rapid mind and just as fast mouth as a positive thing. It means he gets to hear more- learn more. Rex can't learn everything, but no matter what the topic he can find something to add to his ever-growing skillset. See, he may not be a Princess, but he is a chosen one. He's got to prepare himself for some great catastrophe which is annoyingly vague.
By now the album is up to the very appropriate Meow, which features especially relevant and deep lyrics. ]
Wait, what does it-
[ Too late. Moltonne, and its learning AI, has taken the previous acknowledgement from Rex that it was okay to listen to Entrapta to its heart. CPU. Whatever. One giant metal hand prods the painting. Rex, being the cautious planner sort he is, would really have liked to know what would happen first. ]
[The floor drops out from under them. Unless the others react different, the trio are sent rocketing down a slide. Entrapta whoops with glee.
There are six entries to the lab. This is the second-or-third-less-deadly! There's even a nice pile of cushions right at the bottom! (After having learned from Adora and Glimmer's last visit.) Entrapta throws up both arms in triumph.]
[ Rex is kind of bad with surprises. Not in a 'screams and panics' kind of way, but in a 'this wasn't in my plans, give me half an hour to take it into account' kind of way. So he's pretty much perfectly frozen in place for the entire descent, but his mind is whirling.
At least he has enough wits to realise the very serious issue with using this method of transport with a spikey robot so heavy its name mentions its weight.
Just picture a camera focused on Entrapta as she celebrates, then a nice slow camera pan over to Rex on his back with both hands raised so he can cast a barrier above him, Moltonne suspended atop it with its spikes slowly causing cracks. Hold that for a second or two and-
Okay, he rolls free and the robot hits the pillows with a thunderous crash, cracking the floor and sending cushion stuffing everywhere.
He has a slightly wobbly mouth, wide eyes and a shaky stance for a bit. Then straightens up, pats himself down and starts breathing again. Pokerface returns. ]
...I'd revaluate 'complete'. But 66.66% recurring isn't bad for a first try. Maybe an inclination adjustment based on weight.
[ Oh, that's a little tickly- Rex's laughter is ten times as spooky as his face, so even the quick chuckle sounds like something from an evil overlord. A very 'I've got you now my pretty' laugh and he covers his mouth with his fingers when it slips out. Thankfully it doesn't last long. ]
Barrier spell. I couldn't get the shield generator small enough to fit in my coat, so I studied the principle and replicated the result with magic.
[ He watches Moltonne get up. It's a slow process, needing to get onto all fours first and taking a bit to get the balance back on its feet. Who can blame the thing, it's so heavy.]
...Maybe I should add righting mechanisms. Just a pair of sturdy rods to extend from the shoulders, maybe.
[Since Entrapta's laugh can lean towards the ' mad scientist cackle,' Rex's sounds perfectly normal! Flicking the last feather from his nose, she grins. Then swings across the lab.
Screens light up automatically. Wreathing her in white.]
Anyway, here we are! Snacks should be coming in a minute!
[ He'd been able to mention that he doesn't have the resources for rocket thrusters, but was cut off from that last hair swipe. He tries again but the screens all come on and he finally takes the chance to look around properly.
For the first time since they've met his eyes light up, not nearly so bright as hers, but there's a twinkle in them despite how dark they are. He does a slow few steps, the sort that starts forward but turns into backwards as he spins. ]
You probably get this a lot, but I never want to leave.
[ He just kind of assumes she has loads of friends who want to spend all their time with her- because obviously she's awesome.]
[It's neat that Rex has said that! Makes Entrapta feel curiously warm, in fact. In a way that has nothing to do with any of the venting machines present. Hm. Maybe she should install more cooling fans, just in case?
But it's confusing. She can't make the connection to what he's talking about. It doesn't even occur he believes she's popular. It's just - completely outside any consideration of the facts.]
[ There's a moment of just staring at each other there. That's a surprise. She's so pleasant! Maybe this is just another of his 'grew up in a shack in the mountains' moments. Is he weird for wanting to hang out with her in her[ ] super cool lab?
[ Let's just set aside the weird social gooey stuff that's for weirdoes. Let's have a giant robot make us coffee, then make a doomsday weapon or something fun like that. ]
[Entrapta's grown up... not spoiled, exactly. But with every resource one could possibly want. Safe in a castle. Allowed to follow her own whims as far as they may spin. Someone's managed to instill basic socialization in her, but that's about it.
She's weird. She knows that. She's okay with that.
But it's nice having someone to be weird with!]
YEAH!
Don't tell the kitchen staff though, they only give it to me once a week!
[...Oh no...]
Let it blow,let it blow, can’t stop it anymore, let it blow,let it blow, it’s breaking down the
[ He thinks about how this could be a bad idea, but only briefly. It can’t be that bad! He lives on caffeine! I mean he sleeps roughly every 4-5 days and has a nearly sugar free diet, it will surely have the same result. ]
Our secret. You’ll want eye protection for this.
[ He gives the order to his giant robot and away it goes- doing its best to make the process of producing the blackest coffee ever made look cool. It might succeed, considering the fiery display involved and the blasts of steam. He pops on his handy hazard mask for it.
Donk. Donk. Two mugs, gently steaming. His mug is black, with white lettering in a dripping font that says ‘NO SLEEP.’ ]
I don’t have any sugar or anything.
[ He fully expects her to have some in her pocket or something. ]
[Entrapta's own mug is absolutely perfect. Digging out some spare nutrient resources (*cough* Pixie sticks *cough*) she drizzles them in. Then comes a deep swig - and her ponytails unfurl horizontally.]
WOW! You weren't KIDDING thisisGREAT!!!!!
[The exclamation points are practically visible now.
Just then there's a cheerful "Ding!" and a robot comes bustling in. Carrying a covered tray. It looks for all the world like a butler. Front panel painted a perfect white. As though daring a spec of dirt to think about landing on it.
Entrapta bounces over. Forcing the ButlerBot (?) to step neatly aside. Dodging the splashing of coffee.]
[ Oh no, it's adorable. It's like she's going Super Saiyan, except somehow worse. He watches her go through the explosive increase of energy even by her standards calmly from over his mug, sipping his coffee (bitter and dark as he is) slowly. It's only when she whips around to address the new arrival that he cracks out a mildly distressed expression. Ut-Oh. Has he made the classic mad science mistake of unleashing a monster more powerful than he?
The ding of the robot coincides almost perfectly with the start of In the Basement on the album that has been their musical background for their meeting so far. ]
Hmm. Are all your staff machines?
[ He's recomposed his deadpan by now and holds a hand out, making a fist like he's a catching an annoying fly- in fact he's just cast a small spell to catch the sloshing of coffee, hovering in the air as a small sphere. If she stands still for more than five seconds, he'll slop it back in her mug. No need for it to go to waste. ]
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She's a lot of fun to play against I can tell you that. I can hear her voice whenever I read a tag.
[ His head says this is because he can surely learn a great deal just from working with her. His heart says it is because it will be peachy keen!]
My lab is quite small- but very mobile. Perhaps I should just bring it over to you?
So's your guy - he's an OC, yeah?
[The last time she had visitors was Adora/ She-Ra and Glimmer and that was so much fun! She's totally ready to host! And will make sure the kitchen has extra tiny cupcakes!
Also better temporaily disable all the First Ones tech. Since Rex sounded not-so-excited about robot uprisings.]
Sending you the coordinates!
I know you haven't traced them yet because otherwise three visuses would have fried your system! <3
[...O_O...]
He is indeed! Basic idea- RPG hero who thinks like the an RPG villain.
Thanks. ETA two hours. See you soon.
[ He's gonna try and show off a little back. That's an overestimation so he can turn up early and hopefully slip under her radar. His little mobile lab, about the size of a van, has quite some stealth ability. Of course, she's still waaaay better than him at tech- so he's kinda cheating by using magic for cloaking. Being a master trapster and a tricky thinker himself, he tries a route few would expect on its little robo legs.
So give him fifty minutes and- ]
I've arrived.
[ He's hoping this is a surprise and not a 'she's right outside when he opens the door' scenario. But because he's a pessimist, he's ready if she is with his usual poker face. ]
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Even if Rex has braced himself? There's no way to be ready for experiencing the sheer volume of hair. Or how fast she's right up in his space. Glancing excitedly between her guest and the lab.]
HI! I didn't know you knew magic too that's amazing you're sure you're not a Princess?!
[Since you know - Magic/Tech is pretty much merged, as far as she's concerned?]
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He doesn’t seem to mind her proximity but his eyes do dart around to follow all the motion he can. He’s wrapped up in his huge puffy coat covered with pockets inside and out, zipped up to the chin and hands in his pockets. ]
Fairly sure. If I wanted to be certain, I’d have to study princesses more extensively. I’m definitely a wizard. Can’t rule out the possibility I’m both.
[ He gives a shrug, as his huge robot unfolds behind him, clambering out of the mobile lab and shaking the whole thing as the weight shifts. ]
Actually, studying the Princesses would be very useful.
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Normally greetings would probably be exchanged. Except they've been talking awhile, so it's like they already know each other! In any case? Entrapta's already swinging herself up to get a good look at the robot!]
Wow you look great, Moltonne!
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As mentioned, Rex does tend to get carried away when he builds his little projects- the first time at least. If he made another it would be a lot closer to his original specs and be much more boring. First one is always a Rex Special.
That's why in response to being examined, Moltonne plays the role Rex designs it to have. It vents heat in a way that sounds like a roar emerging from its entire body, holding fists up and legs wide. Not enough heat to hurt either of them, but a display of how cool and scary it is! Big bad
beetleborg!...Rex kinda has edgy tastes in robots, but he's watching her hair mostly. That's super cool and useful. ]
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What's it made of, anyway?]
Day 1 of Rex Visit - Note to self, more sound amplifiers in robots!
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He's also taking notes, his tapped on a pad, just ideas to look at later. Maybe he could have some sort of neural system connected to a series of small robots. Or repurpose prosthetic limbs into extra limbs! ]
It doesn't speak itself, but I did make sure it has speakers. For relaying ultimatums and intimidation, playing back instructions for evacuations. That sort of thing.
[ And because playing death metal full volume over the battlefield is just cool. The music he has in his ears right now though, just loud enough anyone standing right next to him can hear, is Anamanaguchi's Endless Fantasy. She just has that vibe, to him. ]
I use a process of heating and cooling magic to temper the metals and- [ Yeah you know what, this is just a quick technobabble burst. Mysticbabble too. Basic take-away from it all, Rex is great (but not amazing like her) at tech and great (or fantastic like a master spellcaster) at magic, but better at making them work seamlessly together. Nexialism- it's what he does. We now return to actual dialogue now he's back to speaking understandable English. ] ...And also it can make really good coffee, but that was just integrated to test how fine I could get the temperature control.
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Maybe there's a standard model of Genius. Expectations of a leader, a Princess. They shatter upon hitting this ballistic force. The inventor flits frantically from idea to idea. A blur of constant motion, ponytails moving interchangeably with her other limbs. Her enthusiasm needing a vent as much as the steam.
She nods along with Rex's exposition. Dropping observations here and there, bobbing along with the music. Catchy! Then - ]
COFFEE! Perfect! Let's go - Watch your head, Moltonne!
[Onward into the breach! Or, you know - her castle/lab!]
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Being kind of messed up Rex doesn’t think that they’re two friends with similar interests which they clearly are, but as him being a leech on her and Entrapta deserving way better than how he’ll treat her. Which is very nicely, he just thinks of that as a trick instead of... being nice. I SAID he’s messed up.
Moltonne ignores her, but looks at Rex in a faceless ‘should I’ look, which he confirms with a wave of a hand. ]
So is there anything in particular you’re focussing on at present?
[ Rex stays quite close, not noticing his robot is falling further and further behind. It keeps stopping to admire the cute pictures. ]
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It's not like Entrapta exactly has a healthy sense of relationships. People are great! But also so slow. Blinking along in confusion about things as basic as a poly-vortex biosphere. It's a struggle. Slowing all her words to a crawl while all her mind wants to do is run.
And she doesn't have to with Rex and it's nice and she's actually humming. The same song leaking through the headphones.]
Well, there's always the First Ones projects but until I get more samples - Oh! You like kittens?!
[This is to Moltonne, who has paused in front of a painting of... yup. Robotic kittens tumbling adorably in some wire.]
Press it, go on!
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By now the album is up to the very appropriate Meow, which features especially relevant and deep lyrics. ]
Wait, what does it-
[ Too late. Moltonne, and its learning AI, has taken the previous acknowledgement from Rex that it was okay to listen to Entrapta to its heart. CPU. Whatever. One giant metal hand prods the painting. Rex, being the cautious planner sort he is, would really have liked to know what would happen first. ]
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There are six entries to the lab. This is the second-or-third-less-deadly! There's even a nice pile of cushions right at the bottom! (After having learned from Adora and Glimmer's last visit.) Entrapta throws up both arms in triumph.]
YEAH! Kitten Slide 2.0 Test complete success!
[Test?!]
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At least he has enough wits to realise the very serious issue with using this method of transport with a spikey robot so heavy its name mentions its weight.
Just picture a camera focused on Entrapta as she celebrates, then a nice slow camera pan over to Rex on his back with both hands raised so he can cast a barrier above him, Moltonne suspended atop it with its spikes slowly causing cracks. Hold that for a second or two and-
Okay, he rolls free and the robot hits the pillows with a thunderous crash, cracking the floor and sending cushion stuffing everywhere.
He has a slightly wobbly mouth, wide eyes and a shaky stance for a bit. Then straightens up, pats himself down and starts breathing again. Pokerface returns. ]
...I'd revaluate 'complete'. But 66.66% recurring isn't bad for a first try. Maybe an inclination adjustment based on weight.
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At least she has the grace to look sheepish. Rubbing at the back of her head. ]
Oops! Good point!
[A few coils of hair wind over to brush feather's from Rex's jacket. And hair.]
That was neat! Shield generator?
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Barrier spell. I couldn't get the shield generator small enough to fit in my coat, so I studied the principle and replicated the result with magic.
[ He watches Moltonne get up. It's a slow process, needing to get onto all fours first and taking a bit to get the balance back on its feet. Who can blame the thing, it's so heavy. ]
...Maybe I should add righting mechanisms. Just a pair of sturdy rods to extend from the shoulders, maybe.
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[Since Entrapta's laugh can lean towards the ' mad scientist cackle,' Rex's sounds perfectly normal! Flicking the last feather from his nose, she grins. Then swings across the lab.
Screens light up automatically. Wreathing her in white.]
Anyway, here we are! Snacks should be coming in a minute!
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For the first time since they've met his eyes light up, not nearly so bright as hers, but there's a twinkle in them despite how dark they are. He does a slow few steps, the sort that starts forward but turns into backwards as he spins. ]
You probably get this a lot, but I never want to leave.
[ He just kind of assumes she has loads of friends who want to spend all their time with her- because obviously she's awesome. ]
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[Entrapta swings around. Looking honestly puzzled.]
I mean, I never want to leave! Did you mean me?
[It's neat that Rex has said that! Makes Entrapta feel curiously warm, in fact. In a way that has nothing to do with any of the venting machines present. Hm. Maybe she should install more cooling fans, just in case?
But it's confusing. She can't make the connection to what he's talking about. It doesn't even occur he believes she's popular. It's just - completely outside any consideration of the facts.]
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[ There's a moment of just staring at each other there. That's a surprise. She's so pleasant! Maybe this is just another of his 'grew up in a shack in the mountains' moments. Is he weird for wanting to hang out with her in her[ ] super cool lab?
No. It's the others who are wrong. ]
Then I guess it's just the two of us.
[ Which is fine too, he guesses. ]
...Do you want coffee?
[ Let's just set aside the weird social gooey stuff that's for weirdoes. Let's have a giant robot make us coffee, then make a doomsday weapon or something fun like that. ]
Do You Wanna Build a Doombot~
She's weird. She knows that. She's okay with that.
But it's nice having someone to be weird with!]
YEAH!
Don't tell the kitchen staff though, they only give it to me once a week!
[...Oh no...]
Let it blow,let it blow, can’t stop it anymore, let it blow,let it blow, it’s breaking down the
[ He thinks about how this could be a bad idea, but only briefly. It can’t be that bad! He lives on caffeine! I mean he sleeps roughly every 4-5 days and has a nearly sugar free diet, it will surely have the same result. ]
Our secret. You’ll want eye protection for this.
[ He gives the order to his giant robot and away it goes- doing its best to make the process of producing the blackest coffee ever made look cool. It might succeed, considering the fiery display involved and the blasts of steam. He pops on his handy hazard mask for it.
Donk. Donk. Two mugs, gently steaming. His mug is black, with white lettering in a dripping font that says ‘NO SLEEP.’ ]
I don’t have any sugar or anything.
[ He fully expects her to have some in her pocket or something. ]
THE HORDE NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAY
WOW! You weren't KIDDING thisisGREAT!!!!!
[The exclamation points are practically visible now.
Just then there's a cheerful "Ding!" and a robot comes bustling in. Carrying a covered tray. It looks for all the world like a butler. Front panel painted a perfect white. As though daring a spec of dirt to think about landing on it.
Entrapta bounces over. Forcing the ButlerBot (?) to step neatly aside. Dodging the splashing of coffee.]
YAY! Snacks!!!! HI CARSON!
[Okay. Carson, then.]
We have created something terrible.
The ding of the robot coincides almost perfectly with the start of In the Basement on the album that has been their musical background for their meeting so far. ]
Hmm. Are all your staff machines?
[ He's recomposed his deadpan by now and holds a hand out, making a fist like he's a catching an annoying fly- in fact he's just cast a small spell to catch the sloshing of coffee, hovering in the air as a small sphere. If she stands still for more than five seconds, he'll slop it back in her mug. No need for it to go to waste. ]
By Terrible you mean Great
I'm not sure we're qualified to tell the difference, honestly.
The border between Genius and Insanity is really more like a guideline anyway