These bot-brains can throw a party says a giant creature who appears to be a robot himself. Jacob lowers his drink from his lips, and looks him up and down. Well, up. And up. And up so more.
"Bloody hell," He breathes. He's never seen a robot that big. Before he'd arrived in Anchor, he'd never seen a robot at all. And certainly not one as well attired as this giant is. In a familiar style of suit too, but clearly the robotic tailors had reused a couple of patterns here and there.
He recovers himself a little bit- robots, werewolves, girls with deer horns and hooves. He can get used to lots of things. It's even easier when there's beer.
"They've... never done this before?" He glances at the banner, and supposes not. "I wonder where they got the idea from."
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"Bloody hell," He breathes. He's never seen a robot that big. Before he'd arrived in Anchor, he'd never seen a robot at all. And certainly not one as well attired as this giant is. In a familiar style of suit too, but clearly the robotic tailors had reused a couple of patterns here and there.
He recovers himself a little bit- robots, werewolves, girls with deer horns and hooves. He can get used to lots of things. It's even easier when there's beer.
"They've... never done this before?" He glances at the banner, and supposes not. "I wonder where they got the idea from."