GT: Dirk my good man, I have a favour to ask of you.
GT: Are you even online, old chum?
GT: Hello?
TT: Yeah dude, keep your knickers on. Or whatever the hell you call them.
GT: Oh ho! cheeky today I see!
GT: Anyway that favour TT: Sure, shoot.
GT: The bot you gave me malfunctioned GT: And I m not entirely sure it isn t my fault.
TT: Did you finally beat it in a round of your fisticuffs?
GT: No. Unfortunately.
TT: Then what. I haven t got all day to dance around your vague tellings. I am a man with many irons. And they are all in the hottest fire known to man circa since before time.
GT: Well! Alright, we were in a particularly nasty scrum. I just couldn t get the upper hand, that machine is quite a rogue, as you know.
GT: So I..
GT: Resorted to some, dubious tactics.
GT: I do believe they may have been over effective TT: What did you do?
GT: So blunt you are! That s a thing I admire about you, you know.
GT: Straight to the point, no monkey business.
TT: Jake.
GT: Right! Well I, well GT: I kissed it.
TT: The bot?
GT: No, the arse of your fairygodmother. Yes the bot.
TT: Jake stared at his pesterclient, half expecting Dirk to laugh at him & the other half of him waiting for him to logout so he could giggle himself silly in peace. Instead there was a long period of silence from his friends side of the instant messenger, with Jake fidgeting fretfully on his bed all the while. He was beginning to wonder if Dirk had died of asphyxiation from chuckling so hard until the client window flashed & bleeped to alert him to the response.
TT: You kissed my bot.
GT: Well TT: You laid a smooch on the smooth metallic representation of my equally smooth self?
GT: It was just an experimental peck, I wasn t even sure if it would do anything TT: You attempted sloppy jungle-man makeouts with a sparring bot shrieking in likeness of myself that stalks you on a twenty-four hour basis as a means of distracting it from flogging your ass and handing it back to you as an early Christmas present.
GT: Yes! Yes I kissed the bloody bot!
GT: And now it s unresponsive and just sort of standing there outside my tower staring at nothing.
GT: Don t you have some remote reboot program for the damned contraption? It s starting to unnerve me TT: No.
TT: I don t have anything like that.
GT: Then what ever do I do with the heap of junk! Leave it to rust in the jungle as a present for the beasts to gnaw on?
TT: No.
TT: I have to come out and fix it.
TT: If that s cool with you.
Well that s just gr- wait. What? Come out here?