[Turn That Frown Upside Down For Toast Time! Which he does, thankfully. Along with an automatic correction of:] Pan-fried super-buttery toast. Not even real toast. Just kind of crispy outside, if I don't screw this up. Probably different to fry soft bread and fry whatever meats and fats are all mushed in that can.

[Ough. That's a hell of a question, though. He's not going to answer in complete earnest, because saying something like 'people like me tend to scavenge in the ruins of dangerous science, because polite society refuses them and it's a bitch of a planet even for Non-Bug People'.

Just. Give him a second to think it over.]

Once I finish this job, I'll have to adjust to being without the perks. Like not dying! That's a hell of a thing to be accustomed to. Or-- not dying permanently, I guess. I've died plenty. It'll be getting sense back into me, you know?

[is




is that less depressing



and is he pulling a cigarette out whilst cooking UGH]