Oh, how he gets under his metallic skin— every plate in his body wanted to turn and sock him dead in the center of that somehow-still-upright nose... But there are more pressing matters.
“ Not all'v us need t'fix things with our / fists /, Jacob. ” 💢
But he is undeniably right. The door won't budge one way or another ; so taking a step back and planting his legs on the floor, the golem's hips twist to chamber the once-active naval mine... And then shoot it straight into the center of mass of the door.
* BLAM! *
“ Yeah, think I'll 'ave to ask Vyper to explain that one t'me. ”
It couldn't have been done by her, either— else the Golem would've waken up as a head and little else. He stares at the door for a second, before trying to open it. Surprisingly, it doesn't budge.
— Yeah! In case you weren't up with the news: you suck, Bebop. Has anyone told you recently? I'm sure tooooons of people would like to bother you. — Although this couldn't be done by a Lash fan... else the man wouldn't be here.
Crossing his arms, Jacob simply watched the >>
Whatever got them here, that neither can remember, seems serious enough for the proposition to fall upon open ears. The golem rises from his given seating and heads for the door.
“ This place already reeks of you, I need some fresh air. ”
“ Me?! Really?! ”
When has the golem ever messed with anyone— that, of course, wasn't a chiseled, stached god of egomania? Even the implication offends him!
“ Yeah, well, maybe one'av'em thought this t'be a cute li'l getback. 'cept I ain't in on the punchline! ”
— Me? Who did *you* mess with? — He raised an eyebrow, passing the metaphorical ball to the golem.
— People get upset about the most menial things. The Lash✨ has plenty of enemies, merely by existing... But that's on them; envy is natural. —
Momentarily, the >>
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Hola, estoy aquí presente para tratar defundir información importante y urgente que puede afectar el nación de México. Y porfavor a mis seguidores Mexicano y demás personas me dan su tiempo para leer este infomacion ya que es de grave importancia
“ Because y'can't keep y'mouth shut, that's why! ”
Finally, the Golem can speak. Liberating, really. If there was any air in his lungs, he would've expelled it in just as deep of a sigh as the stevedore.
Realistically speaking, he's just as lost as Lash.
to endure.
— ... — God, this was probably the most boring thing in the world.
— Agh! This room sucks, but somehow you make it suck even more. Why are we here!? —