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Dear Mun...

Do I have to? They're not going to have any of the tech I need to work on the boys and I'm not going to ask Hatchworth. I was kinda happy just relaxing and working on some new songs but okay, I'll go.

...Two Jons? I'm never going to get any sleep am I? Not that I'm not excited or anything but two is a lot of best friend to goof off with.

What do you mean Rabbit's arm fell off?! I just fixed that!

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You do not have. to ask. Mister Reed.

[He heard his name.]

Hatchworth! Everything running okay today?

As far as. I can tell.

[Not like he's been tromping around a town untill he was a twitchy mess.

wait.]

Good.

[...

Hatchworth.]

[Cannot leave any of these 'bots to their own devices Mister Reed.

Ever.]

The Jons would be. happy. to see you.

[What new subject.]

[No. Never. Ever.

Fail subject change but he'll let it slide.]

That still sounds weird to me but it'll be good to see them.

[Good, good.]

There is only. so much we can do to. entertain. them as brothers.

I can imagine. Do they keep each other entertained a lot?

[...]

They each think the other is their evil twin too right?

Yes and. yes.

[Drawn on mustaches and one he made for them. They entertain themselves well.]

I have some ideas for games with them in mind already. Thanks, Hatchworth.

[Might need them ideas for sure.]

You are very. welcome Mister Reed. [pause.] Are you really. coming?

[He's already worried about things they can't fix themselves help.]

Yeah. The muns have all been talking about it... Someone has to be there to keep you boys all in tip top shape.

We have been trying. while by our.selves. [And clearly doing a somewhat poor job of it.] and there will be things. not existing. you may need.

Or want.

Hey. If Colonel Walter could build you all without twenty-first century tech and tools, than I can keep you all in top shape.

[He is not creaking nope-]

You may be. able to get what. is needed more safe.ly than us.

[Hatchy... Don't make him work on you right here.]

I heard about what happened... And I'm inclined to agree with you.

[Nope he's good. Yep. It's just that weird twitching he does.]

I heard worse. is to come.

Two of em. You might get some sleep when they're fixated on trying to get me to play, if I drag my heels enough.

Please dig your heels in at least once a day for three to four hours.

How are you doing, Spine?

I think I can manage that. Besides there's snow right now. That'll keep em distracted for hours.

[Errrm. Yeeah.]

Okay...ish.

Oh that definitely will.

[...

Stop it. All of you. No breaking or being kidnapped or taking bad care of yourselves!]

What do you need me to fix?

[It wasn't like he planned it!]

I'm fine here... just in the game proper my voicebox fried. [Noooot saying why nope. >>;] Seems to be making that pressure issue act up too when it fritzes.

[A sigh and he runs a hand through his short hair.]

Okay. I'll fix it first thing when I get there.

It'd be appreciated. From what I know muns are planning on having Rabbit talk for me for those of you not on the Network.

I... don't see that ending well.

...No. That won't end well at all.

Exaactly.

Not that it means my mun isn't laughing at the idea... [Look who is so thrilled by the idea.]

I'll work on getting there before he does too much damage to your image, okay?

I d-don't gotta clue what yer talkin' 'bout, Mistah Reed.

[His expression says otherwise.]

Rabbit... Let me take a look at it.

[The other thing that says otherwise: his missing arm.]

Nope! All g-g-g-good on this front!

Rabbit let me fix it or I'll make up a game for the Jons and I to play together that will provide maximum annoyance to you.

H-h-hey! Are ya implyin' I ain't th' most annoyin' of us all? D-don't go tryin' t' steal my well-earned title, buddy!

I think Jon, Jon and I together could out annoy you, Rabbit.

[Be prepared for that brassy rocket that is shooting your way, Mister Reed.]

[He braces himself first then opens his arms for Jon's inevitable hug attack.]

[AND CONTACT IS MADE.

The Jon manages to slow down some of the speed so the impact isn't quite as devastating, though the pair tumble to the floor, the 'bot's arms wrapped firmly around the mechanic's middle as he clings to his best friend.]

Michaelmichaelmichael!! You made it! I'm so happy!

[Michael doesn't mind the tumble, he's rather used to those now after all. There's a smile on the mechanic's face and he just does his best to return Jon's hold given their position.]

Hey Jon. I'm happy to see you too.