Another fine confusing day in Motoko World...
Motoko hands: We suppose now you're going to blame both of us for making all of these food or maybe Feet for walking all the way to the market or...
Motoko brain: Noooo...
Motoko feet: What was that? Speak louder please? We can't hear you down here.
Motoko brain: I said NO!
Motoko hands: Oh? That's new. So what happened this time?
Motoko brain: I don't know! I wanted to stop but I just...I just couldn't! I-
Motoko feet: Let us guess. 'Numbers go BRRRR' again?
Motoko brain: Nuuuu... *makes miserable noises*
Motoko hands: While we're still covering Face, seriously Brain this is going out of
hands. Ha! Get it! Hands! *cough* Ok ok seriously, have you considered maybe Gaming Addicts Anonymous or something? Does the GAA even exist here?
Motoko brain: *evil glare*
Motoko hands: But really-
Motoko brain: We. Are. Not. Talking. About. This! Am I clear?!
Motoko hands: Fine, have it your way. That aside, are we going to get in some of the action? Jun-nii certainly seems to be enjoying himself...
Motoko brain: No.
Motoko feet: Really? So you're saying that we did all the walking and Hands did all the cooking...for nothing?!
Motoko brain: I said NO! Jun-nii can have all of them. It's also punishment to Tongue for that...BD thing...
*faint scream of NOOOO! can be heard from Tongue a few departments up*
Motoko feet: That's it, we're walking straight to the GAA and no Brain, you don't have a say in this. Hands, continue to cover Face. Now where's that Autopilot program...