"Hiro, I fail to see how this new armor will make me a better health care companion. It is very pointy." Baymax observed, touching the top of his new helmet.
"That's because the Battlezoids were the bad guys." Hiro grunted from his workstation "They weren't built to have soft edges and their armor even less so." The genius pointed out as he completed the final paintjob on the breastplate.
"But we are the heroes." Baymax insisted, "I should be dressed like the protagonists. Not the bad guys."
"Yes, but just because they were the villians doesn't make their armor any less sick!" Hiro argued, shoving the breastplate on.
"Hiro...I do not think this image is good for the team. With me in this pointy armor, the city citizens will panic."
"Panic about how SICK and AWESOME your new armor is!" Fred said, burstinbg into the garage. "Hiro you make me so HAPPY!" he squealed.
"You are not frightened by the pointy style of the armor?" Baymax inquired, his head tilted.
"Like, NO! This makes you look glorious Baymax! Absolutely GLORIOUS! Makes Freddy so happy!" He clapped his hands "He kinda looks like Moonzoid, right Hiro?"
The genius nodded "That was the idea, though Moonzoid was a duech."
"Hiro, am I a...dewsh?"
Both boys erupted into laughter, and Hiro shook his head vigorously "You are many things, Baymax, but you are not and will never be a duech. Now come on. Wings!"
Baymax extended his new, evil looking black wings, and Hiro climbed aboard. "Race you to your house, Fred!" he called as they took off, Hiro eager to show the reszt of the team the healthbot's new look.