“[Vik] Okay, I’ll drop the subject. But if you ever do that to me again, I’ll stab you in the penis, which I’m sure will hurt.”[Syn] “Yeah, it would.”[Vik] “Good. Now I’m powering down for a bit to conserve my power.”

“And I’ve been your monkey ever since. (Vik)Nah. You’re not my monkey, Vik. You’re my bitch. (Devyn)Of course I am. And I’ll remember that the next time your shower door is stuck and you want me to open it…Wait. That does make me your bitch, doesn’t it? Damn, I’m whipped. (Vik)”

“Hey, boss? (Vik)Not now, Vik. (Syn)Dude, listen to the metallic life form. (Vik)”

“Sway’s an idiot who didn’t order them when we used up the last bunch. (Vik)Isn’t that your job? (Devyn)No. I’m the sub-idiot. Sway’s head idiot because the company refuses to deal with mechas. Since I’m not organic, they think I can’t pay. (Vik)Thanks, Vik. (Devyn)Ever my pleasure to irritate you, sir. (Vik)”

“You can’t die, Vik. You’re a mechbot. (Syn)They can pull me apart and reprogram me. Trust me, that’s death. Now shush before they find us. Remember – hide, people, hide. (Vik)”

“Any more bitching from the geriatric crew? What a bunch of old women. Should I hire another crewmate to change your bed diapers while I’m at it? Next time I’ll let The League have you. Vik, I’m relinquishing control back to you. (Devyn)It’s what I live for. By the way, ye organic life forms aren’t the only ones who’ve soiled themselves. Can I have a minute to attend my needs, Captain Asshole? (Vik)”