
5:40am and I’m already knuckle deep in a robot. (I dropped a pin.)
Making terrible and rushed robots is "too much to do", I see.

If your version of Dirk sucked at his hobby just say that. The projection makes you look pathetic.

Ouch, my heart. How will I ever recover from this sick burn? It’s shaken my fundamental idea of self and now I’m going to spiral into a depression. Have mercy, please.
I am all too aware that my statements are entirely in your own thought pattern.

You’re missing the part where it actually inflicts distress.

And yet you imitated it on my post over a shitty, at best, joke. Upset your teasing isn’t going how you planned?
I was actually stating something in behalf of the poor robot you're fisting the chest cavity of

There’s no program running through it. I highly doubt the mechanical skeleton gives a fuck about being prodded.