[ Nature wasn't exactly something that Ratchet particularly was fond of. On Earth he'd preferred to stay inside the base, with all his equipment and machines, unless it was absolutely necessary for him to leave. He didn't exactly have the same luxury here. It wasn't really the grass or shrubberies he was interested in-- the executioner block had gained some attention from him. Unfamiliar with human history, he had little idea what it was for.
He strokes a thumb over his chin, considering it, before he turns and spots a human nearby. Normally, he had very little interest in fleshlings, but he'd come to understand that when a human's optics were leaking it was generally a bad thing.
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He strokes a thumb over his chin, considering it, before he turns and spots a human nearby. Normally, he had very little interest in fleshlings, but he'd come to understand that when a human's optics were leaking it was generally a bad thing.
So, a nine foot tall robot stalks over. ]
Human. Why are you leaking?