Sure, okay. Ducks don't have scales. Or claws. Or, uh, sharp little teeth for chewin' on you.
[Checkmate.
It has to be said that The Spine looks a little smug about that line of logic as he crouches down beside her, servos whining all the way. He leans an arm on his knee and pushes the brim of his hat up with his thumb.
He is not about to shove his exposed joints and wires into all that muck, thank you very much.
But he's a helpful bot, so he points out a wriggling delicacy for Rabbit's clanking claws to snap up.]
How 'bout I supervise, since you already got your hands dirty.
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Sure, okay. Ducks don't have scales. Or claws. Or, uh, sharp little teeth for chewin' on you.
[Checkmate.
It has to be said that The Spine looks a little smug about that line of logic as he crouches down beside her, servos whining all the way. He leans an arm on his knee and pushes the brim of his hat up with his thumb.
He is not about to shove his exposed joints and wires into all that muck, thank you very much.
But he's a helpful bot, so he points out a wriggling delicacy for Rabbit's clanking claws to snap up.]
How 'bout I supervise, since you already got your hands dirty.