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]

I am healzzy and wealzzy and eef not wise, I am at least clever. And I never go to bed early.

[sentryslinger]

You aren't helpin' my case, Spy. Besides, she isn't a mercenary. Rest is just what the doctor ordered for someone her age.

[not_onyourside]

My apologies, I did not know zhat your mundane was een a convalescent home.

[sentryslinger]

I didn't mean that liter— aw, hell. Now she's in a tizzy over the implication she's sickly.

[not_onyourside]

Now look what you have done! Zhat was een poor taste my labouring friend.

[sentryslinger]

Isn't there anything better for you to be doin' than get me in trouble? Don't you have robots to sap?

I love you too Engie. <3

[not_onyourside]

Not really, non. I suppose I could be sharpening knives or practicing at zhe shooting range but -- zhis ees so much more fun!

[How you love that grin.]

Oh zhe robots will be fine. Besides, I would zhink your heart breaks a little everytime one of zhem falls apart eento little pieces. Each finely crafted nut and bolt rolling away to be lost forever een zhe dirt.

Or he loves getting Engie into trouble. Same thing. <3

[sentryslinger]

You can always rebuild 'em.

That too.

[not_onyourside]

I can? I zhink not. Zhough I suppose Tyrone could use some upgrades.

[sentryslinger]

I meant I—

Wait, Tyrone?

[not_onyourside]

[He nods and pulls out a mini-sentry. Holding it up at eye level so its legs dangle the sentry clicks and shoots a steady stream of bubbles.]

[sentryslinger]

... And here I was wonderin' what had ever happened to that sentry.

[not_onyourside]

[He tucks it into the crook of his elbow like it's sentient.]

I re-painted eet and had our Engineer make eet shoot bubbles. I am still working on zhis little blue light zhough. Eet should be red.

[sentryslinger]

Now what good is a sentry that shoots bubbles on the battlefield?

[not_onyourside]

Eets not for zhe battlefield! Eet sits een my room and tells me eef anyone ees coming.

I zhink eets cute.

[And you can't convince him otherwise.]

[sentryslinger]

You could get a dog to tell ya that. Besides, what are bubbles going to do against a robot if one came after ya?

[not_onyourside]

--- Zhe robot would rust.

[In like 30 years. This plan is foolproof!]

[sentryslinger]

I get the feelin' you don't know much about robots, son.

[not_onyourside]

Eet ees not my area of expertise, non.

But I sap zhem, zhey break. What more do I need to know?

[sentryslinger]

That bubbles and waitin' for oxidization to occur ain't no way to fight robots.

[not_onyourside]

Oxidization?

[His English as a Second Language courses didn't cover chemical reactions.]

Zhe idea was zhe bubbles would let me know eef someone was coming and zhen I could shoot zhem.

[sentryslinger]

Yeah, oxidization. Y'know, where stuff rusts.

He could've shot the intruder himself if you'd've just left the bullets in him.

[not_onyourside]

Eets not just called 'rusting'?

Oui, but zhen he would have shot me as well. Zhat ees hardly helpful.

[sentryslinger]

[Sigh. He gets the feeling there is no convincing Spy otherwise.]

Well, even if he has been... altered a little, at least he's still in one piece.

[not_onyourside]

Oui. And cuter too!

[And shiny!]