Okay, so, who cared?
REALLY? Who CARED?!
Normally, the talkative robot did not freak out over things like this. Normally, he'd freak out over things like...well, in spite of his companion's help, he didn't have to worry about bandit's or psycho's or...people who decided it would be a great idea to use him as target practice.
But, who knew? Miss R.T send him around on his own. He could get easily attacked at ANY moment!
Miss R.T, didn't care, passerby's didn't care, nobody cared.
Claptrap felt like he'd have to continue rolling around town, without another arm until someone started to care.
Timidly, Claptrap drove himself into the shop near town. Even if his so-called "owner" didn't give two shits about him, he still admired her. Loved her, even. If he could even "love." He'd drag himself fifteen miles to anywhere if he had to! ...Just for French Vanilla flavoured coffee...
He slowly manuvered himself in and the store owner took sight of him, audibly groaning.
"This is the second time this week! I've given her three tubs of that shit! How much fucking coffee does Roach-Turd, need?!"
Claptrap nervously fiddled around, "I-I...Don't k-know," his eye looked down at the ground, "P-Please don't call M-Miss R.T t-that..."
Rolling his eyes, the owner threw the tub of coffee at the small robot, "Just take the shit and get out." He spat.
Claptrap caught it, none-the-less, of course. He didn't want to have to touch something from such a snarky man who insulted Miss R.T so openly...but, he'd rather deal with a few rude human germs than a night spent outside, in the cold...with bandit's.
He uttered a quiet "thank-you" and rushed out of the store.
Of course, he rolled as fast as he could. Claptrap knew, that if he kept Miss R.T waiting any longer she'd not only have him sleep outside, but she'd have him sleep outside without a "good-night"!
That was terrible! So, so, so, so, so TERRIBLE! His wheel rolled faster and faster, until it was pushing the tiny robot to his very, very, limit.
Nothing could stop him! Nothing! He shall deliver the coffee to Miss R.T RIGHT NOW!
He didn't care if a bunch of bandit's were shooting at him!
...wait, what?