Robo is confused by mun's reaction to current event

[robomurphy]

Why do you keep thinking of this song? I do not have memories. My programming does recognize such things.

[Except...]

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[sixthanimorph]

[Oh, hey Robo. Guess who's throwing rocks at the back of your shiny metal head?

Yup, it's this kid.

They're not very big rocks, mind, but it's probably annoying.]

[robomurphy]

[Robo turns and catches one of the rocks without hesitation.]

How can I help you?

[sixthanimorph]

[The sudden motion takes David by surprise. He pauses mid-throw, holding another rock in one fist.]

Huh. So you do work.

[robomurphy]

I am programmed to do so. I am also [He pauses to launch the rock in his hand whistling through the air back at David, missing his head by mere inches.] programmed to conduct precision movements and calculations.

[Read: Stop throwing shit at me, kid.]

[sixthanimorph]

Holy...!! [Whatever he was going to follow that up with is cut short as that rock zooms by him so fast he can feel it. He stumbles back, the rock he was going to throw falling out of his hands.

Then the rock's gone and he's angry.]

What was that about? Are you programmed to be a jerk too? Because you sure pulled that one off!

[robomurphy]

I think you managed that well enough on your own. Where are you parents?

[sixthanimorph]

Not here. Where's your mechanic?

[robomurphy]

Back at the department.

[sixthanimorph]

Too bad. I think you've got a few screws loose somewhere, metalhead.

[robomurphy]

My systems do not indicate any current issues.

[sixthanimorph]

Really? Because almost taking someone's head off ought to count as an issue. Unless you're too broke to even understand that you're broke.

[robomurphy]

[That makes the robot smirk.]

Almost. I don't miss on accident.

[sixthanimorph]

[The scowl that meets it is almost reflexive. He's used to smirking, not being the one smirked at.]

Yeah? I didn't know they were making glorified mannequins cocky now.

[robomurphy]

I am a cyborg, not a mannequin.

[sixthanimorph]

Cyborg, mannequin... whatever. You're still just a tin can that can talk.

Why are you even here?

[robomurphy]

Ask my typist. I do as I am programmed.

[sixthanimorph]

I'm asking you. Unless you're malfunctioning so bad you don't even know.

Because from where I'm standing? All you're good for is to throw rocks at.

[robomurphy]

I realize you are asking me. And as I already said, I am here because my typist has chosen to have me speak. I merely ask why she associates that song with me.

[You're lucky, kid. If this were Murphy you were talking to you would have long ago been pinned up against a wall and asked what you're good for besides being a punk. Keep it up, though, and Robo might forget some of his programming when it comes to children.]

[sixthanimorph]

Good question. Me, I'm kind of wondering why you'd be associated with any song at all. Do you even have a name?

[Kid he might be, but if there's one thing he's good at, it's getting on someone's nerves. Maybe a robot really can't be insulted, but there's only one way to find out, right?]