[25:C]

-—Made Of Steel—Our Lady Peace—3:44—-

"You're becoming a robot Squall, you've got to stop letting Cid walk all over you all the time. Say no when the paperwork's higher than your head."

"A robot would be able to process the work in less time." I dryly pointed out. "I'm slow at this so I couldn't possibly be a robot."

"Okay…then maybe you just have tolerance made of steel."

"That…made no sense whatsoever."

"I know. I wanted to test you and I guess you're not a robot after all."

"Does not compute."