[Well, at least if she gets squashed into paste by a giant robot, she's lived a full and eventful life. She stares blankly at the eggshell, smiling when she sees the eggs going full sunny side up.]
What's it look like I'm doing? [Maybe she should actually answer. Might help, anyway.] Tryin' to fry an egg.
[Cyclonus's expression slowly settles into a deep frown, though he tamps down on the sudden spike of aggression that tempts him to flick Surely from her perch. Not helpful Dead Universe poisoning.
Instead he moves to flick the cooking eggs away. Act quickly if you don't want to lose this metal-cooked meal, Surely.]
And just what in your soft little mind made it seem like it would be a good idea to do so on me?
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What's it look like I'm doing? [Maybe she should actually answer. Might help, anyway.] Tryin' to fry an egg.
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Instead he moves to flick the cooking eggs away. Act quickly if you don't want to lose this metal-cooked meal, Surely.]
And just what in your soft little mind made it seem like it would be a good idea to do so on me?
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[Still explaining this like it should be obvious.]
And hey, don't toss out my breakfast like that! [Yeah, that's not gonna work. Say goodbye to those eggs, Surely.]
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It soars at least five meters before flopping into the sand. A small crab scuttles out of the sand and starts picking away at fried egg white.]
I am not a tool for your amusement.