Dr. "Huey" Emmerich (
zeke_developer) wrote in
paradisa2012-05-21 10:29 am
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5 Salvaged Memory Boards
[Huey was going to put the finishing touches on the Chrysalis mobile weapons platform he'd been building for the Western Outpost, but the castle, as it always does, has a way of frustrating his best-laid plans. Today, that frustration comes in the form of a very young toddler who looks suspiciously just like his daddy (save for the blue eyes), and is currently doing his damnedest to reach the resin models of the different robots Huey is planning to build. He can't quite walk yet, but he's pretty good at holding himself up just long enough to reach up to the counter where the toys models currently reside. Huey rushes over to where his son is, and picks him up, trying to distract him from his current bid to play with Huey's toys.]
Hal! Those aren't toys! Those are the models Aleksander sent me to inspire my work!
[Predictably, since he's being denied his daddy's awesome toys, Hal starts crying. Huey sighs, and hands him his RAY model, which the child immediately starts to gnaw on.]
So...uhh...I know I'm not the only one who got a kid today, for whatever reason, but...I don't think the castle could've picked a worse potential dad if it tried. I mean...I've got things in my lab here that aren't...uhh...exactly childproof. Anyone know where I can take my...son? Someplace where he's not as likely to...uhh...potentially die?
Hal! Those aren't toys! Those are the models Aleksander sent me to inspire my work!
[Predictably, since he's being denied his daddy's awesome toys, Hal starts crying. Huey sighs, and hands him his RAY model, which the child immediately starts to gnaw on.]
So...uhh...I know I'm not the only one who got a kid today, for whatever reason, but...I don't think the castle could've picked a worse potential dad if it tried. I mean...I've got things in my lab here that aren't...uhh...exactly childproof. Anyone know where I can take my...son? Someplace where he's not as likely to...uhh...potentially die?

Dictated forever