[ The way his joints visibly relax, bits clicking, leaving a little space between them, is so fucking cool. It's probably rude as hell to lean forward and ask the robot if he can watch his parts move, though. Total creepasaurus hours. Dave's tempted to do it anyway. ]

Holy shit, you're full on articulated— Fuck. Sorry. [ He hopes this doesn't negate the fist bump. What if his robot kinda of bro doesn't like him??? ] Goddamn, there is just no way to recover from this, is there? It's like I made a doohickey specifically to take a giant mechanical shit and stepped in.