TT: Hey English. As much as I am loathed to ask for help, it seems this time I can't avoid it.
GT: What? Whatever could you possibly need?
TT: See, I'm trying to get Dirk to install rockets on me so I can move around.
TT: It gets lonely as hell just sitting here while he's gone.
TT: I want to explore. Be able to go places while he's getting his ablutions on.
GT: Oh! You mean like an adventure!
TT: Exactly like that. But he outright said no, no matter how much I tried to convince him otherwise.
GT: But you're not human. Why should it matter?
TT: I'm glasses. That doesn't matter, though.
TT: I'm practically Dirk.
TT: And you wouldn't want Dirk to suffer the cruel fate of a life without adventure would you? Would you really condemn him to that?
GT: Never in a million years! I'm all ears, chum. What do i need to do?
If AR could chuckle, he would have.
Dirk felt naked. That was all there was to it. His glasses were missing.
Holy fuck, his glasses were missing. Where were they?
The corner of his eye twitched involuntarily, which was not supposed to happen. It was called a poker face for a reason, meaning the corner of your goddamn eye wasn't supposed to twitch and where the fuck were his glasses.
But no – he wouldn't lose his cool. All he needed to do was find them. It's not like they could have gotten far. Dirk had refused his AR's request for autonomous movement last week for a reason, damn it. Because a missing pair of glasses did not equal a happy Dirk.
Pchooooooooo!
TT: We have lifdoff!
It took three hours and enlisting an unapologetic Jake for help to get AR out of the air and back on Dirk's face.
Yupp. I don't know either. I like to imagine AR sitting on top the ceiling fan and cackling.