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"It means," she hissed, her voice rising, "that I could rip apart this car with only my gaze. Is. That. What. You. Want?"
Eli looked unimpressed, although August eyed the spark curiously. "A defective robot and a rat. Great." "Excuse you," Mo protested.
"Yeah. Just so I can read your expressions. For example, I know that you love it when I call you 'Smooth Zaddy-O', but I can't figure out much...
"It does. You're sweet."
"No, I don't think you do know. That means that I have so many hormones running through my body. Do you understand what that means?"
Dali waved, his eye sparking slightly. "Nice to meet you."
"I'm going to give you temporary face skin!" she said triumphantly. "90%, when I tell a joke, I can't tell if you think it's funny or if you want...
"It suits you."
She said nothing, but continued to glare at him. "Francis," she said, sounding like rage was building up in her voice. "Do you know what is...
He sighed, raising an eyebrow. "What about the robots? What's their deal?"
"Nah. I'm going to die in my sleep." She paused before her face lit up. "Hey, Zaddy! I'm probably going to get more powerful, right?"
"You."
Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him. "Yeah. Your seats."
He huffed before turning to August. "You realize that we won't be able to manage, right? We can't take these... these infants. I mean, no...
"Probably Satan," she said with a nod, heading for the door. "It was nice knowing you, Zaddy-o."
"Yeah."
She glared at him, bracing herself against the door. "I am going to give birth in your car. Is that what you want?"
He frowned, crossing his arms. "Why did you come down here?"
She shot him a grin. "Yup. That's me. Always setting the bar low."
He raised an eyebrow. "Hm. French toast."
