Not Getting Enough Sleep

[sentryslinger]

You know Miss Mundane, I hope you don't mind me makin' a suggestion, but you might be less tired if ya went to bed at a decent hour. You're up at all night, then you've got all kinds of work to do every day. Ain'tcha ever heard of "early to bed, early to rise"?

Well yeah, I know the rest of it goes "makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise," but that don't mean it can't apply to ladies like yourself, too. My point is that you oughtta be gettin' more rest than you are. That much is just common sense.

Wake up, now. Were you listening through that yawn?

Comments

[not_onyourside]

You fixed him!

[TACKLE HUG.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie was not prepared for that. Have one Engie tackled to the ground and utterly confused, Spy.]

Glad to have been of service, son. Now if you could kindly get offa me...

[not_onyourside]

[Nope. SNUGGLE TIME.]

Zhank you!

[sentryslinger]

Not a problem at all.

[All right. Uncomfortable now. Time to try to pry Spy off with the Gunslinger.]

[not_onyourside]

[Oh fine, ruin everything with your creepy robot hand. Spy jumps up and smooths out his suit, retrieving Tyrone from the ground. He grins delightedly at his now red light.]

Does he get a clean bill of healzh?

[sentryslinger]

Now he does. I guess since you're takin' good care of him and we're not at war with each other that he could stay with you a bit longer. I am going to want him back eventually, though.

[not_onyourside]

I suppose I can share joint custody.

Zhough you can make yourself anozzer, and I cannot.

[sentryslinger]

That don't mean I didn't like this one. Sure, I can always build another, but each one is unique in its own way.

[not_onyourside]

Eef you say so. But you made all of zhem, could you not just make one identical to zhis one?

[sentryslinger]

These aren't build in some factory by a machine. I craft the parts for my sentries myself! All handmade contraptions like that are going to have a little character to them.

[not_onyourside]

You made all zhese bolts?

[sentryslinger]

Well, not all the bolts. I meant more of welding the plates together. Hammering out the bumps until it's strong and smooth. Like see here—

[He picks up Tyrone and turns him over, pointing to a notch on one of his legs.]

That's where I nicked it with this here Gunslinger while pullin' the metal from the mold. I never did quite get it out, so I just left it. It wasn't hurtin' the sentry any, and lets me know this one is one of mine.

[not_onyourside]

[Spy is fascinated by this, running his finger along the notch on the leg.]

How long does eet take to make one of zhese?

[But he's eyeing that metal hand too, unasked questions hovering around about that particular piece of machinery.]

[sentryslinger]

It depends. Sometimes I get in a mood where I just need to build, and I get a lot done then. It helps that I've had a lot of practice and can make these without a blueprint by now.

Doesn't make it any easier to watch them be blown to smithereens on the battlefield- they're deployed quickly and are gone even quicker sometimes.

[not_onyourside]

And your hand?

[Now he's feeling a bit bad about commandeering Tyrone. He didn't realize so much work went into each one. Not that that's gonna stop him from sapping them on the field, but still--]

[sentryslinger]

What about it? I can't remake it so easily, if that's what you mean.

[not_onyourside]

I am not planning to sap eet, so do not worry.

[Not that he thought that would work.]


Why did you --? How --? What possessed you to cut off your own hand?

[sentryslinger]

[He looks at the Gunslinger, rotating his hand a full 360 degrees.]

We all done a few crazy things for the sake of our jobs, haven't we?

[not_onyourside]

I suppose I am not one to question.

[He says as he goes invisible.]

[sentryslinger]

[He fiddles with a gauge on his hand a moment, only to look back and find Spy is gone. Well, so much for that conversation.]

[not_onyourside]

[Oh he's still there, still looming, just invisible.]

What does zhat do?

[sentryslinger]

[Engie jumps, clearly spooked.]

About gave me a heart attack... This gauge tells me how much grip pressure I've got. Sometimes it acts up I have to reset it.

[not_onyourside]

I am sure zhe ladies find zhat irresistible.

How are you not breaking zhings wez zhat? How can you even tell what eets doing?

[Poofing back into existence now. All up in your personal space.]

[sentryslinger]

[Jumping back. Stop that, now. You make him nervous, even if the war is sort of over.]

It's not like it acts on its own. It works better than my old hand used to, sometimes.

[not_onyourside]

Zhat ees creepy.