[A long, skeptical look. You're one of those nutters from the internet, Chris. You're one of those crazy people who can read text messages out of atlases and graffiti and who remembers things that didn't happen from worlds that never were. You're like Kim.
It's a good thing you didn't hold your arm out for a handshake because it'd probably have been getting tired by now. How long does it take for a silence to become awkward? Oh well.]
...The Empire of what? [We'll ignore the Prince of Destruction title. Kim figures that a dispute over the succession a throne with that name would likely produce very little in the way of useful results. But then, there's business to attend to.] Yes. I'm a mechanic. Is something busted?
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It's a good thing you didn't hold your arm out for a handshake because it'd probably have been getting tired by now. How long does it take for a silence to become awkward? Oh well.]
...The Empire of what? [We'll ignore the Prince of Destruction title. Kim figures that a dispute over the succession a throne with that name would likely produce very little in the way of useful results. But then, there's business to attend to.] Yes. I'm a mechanic. Is something busted?
[What if it's her robot hands?]
Is it your robot hands?
[Please let it be the robot hands.]