Robots live for stereotypes

WHO: Elwood, Zack, Cubie, Cerebrum
WHERE: Somewhere that hasn't been blown up for a while
WHEN: There are stars outside, so it must be night
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Elwood wandered along the promenade, attempting to whistle.
Unfortunately, having no lips or a discernable mouth slightly
hindered this action... so he took to buzzing a tune instead.
There was always something about a thorough self cleaning session
that appealed to the lighter side of his circuits.
Maybe it was the self attention...
Maybe it was the thought of being fully functional...
Maybe it was because he didn't smell like the inside of an arse
anymore...
Whatever the reason, the unique uber-skut was in a good mood as he
walked into McDonalds.
"Good day Doctor" he said to Cerebrum, bowing his head slightly as he
passed. Elwood had always wondered why this particular member of the
crew got so much bad press... he seemed like a friendly enough guy...
"Good day Miss Cubie, Mr Zack..." the machine said pleasantly upon
reaching the counter; "I'm here to check your plumbing as the
starbase resupplied our dwindling collection of large tools"
For the second time in as many minutes, Elwood suddenly wished he had
a mouth. Not for whistling though...
He just had a strange urge to wear a fake moustache and repeat his
last sentence... in a Swedish accent...
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