Detective Murky: Feels good to walk through the forest. Breathe in this organic nature. It’s a welcome break from police brutality.
Detective Gonzalez: Don’t get all mushy on me.
Detective Murky: I’m just living from my heart center. You should try–hey what do we got here?
Detective Gonzalez: Dammit, Murky. Don’t touch the wilderness.
Detective Murky: It ain’t no big deal.
Detective Gonzalez: Those are robot arms, you dumb dilly.
Detective Murky: They’re mine now. And look they’re already covered in blood.
Detective Gonzalez: Don’t go putting them arms on now.
Detective Murky: Relax. It’s too late.
Detective Gonzalez: They look like shit on you.
Detective Murky: You’re just jealous I got bloody robot arms and you don’t.
Detective Gonzalez: Those ain’t for you. Just put them back where you got them.
Detective Murky: Check it out. They move like a machine. This feels alright.
Detective Gonzalez: Here. Try to stop this bullet.
Detective Murky: That was easy.
Detective Gonzalez: I’m impressed.
Detective Murky: I like that I don’t have to make the noises with my mouth anymore. Watch me pick up this water tower.
Detective Gonzalez: Maybe I was wrong. Maybe those robot arms were a good choice for you. I apologize.
Robot: I do not appreciate you appropriating robot culture, human.
Detective Murky: Leave me alone.
Robot: Take off the arms. It is full of disrespect what you are doing.
Detective Murky: Go get some human arms if that’s what this is about, you ugly clunker.
Robot: It is in bad taste to imitate us when you have not experienced the oppression that we have. You have faulty wiring if you find it suitable to play robot.
Detective Murky: Get outta here. You metal heads ain’t faced no oppression.
Robot Hunter: Duck important humans! I’m about to blow this oppressed robot’s head off and tear its arms off for trophies.