“Would you like me to signal a cab for you, sir?” a big dumb Rob painted yellow and black stood in my way. A walking taxi advert. Stupid hunk of plastic, servos and pneumatics thinks it can talk to me? I’d rather walk anyway.
“Screw off, Robbie.” I barked back at the toy. The dumb thing would probably take me literally and find some screws to pull out. Stupid Robs.
I could’ve been nicer, but I was in a mood. My face hurt and I was back at square one and I had barely gotten to square two. I needed to get my bearings, ask a few questions to someone who knows a thing or two about a thing or two.
I hoofed it back to my office to change before taking a trip to Mill Town.