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New to the Nexus: A walking pile of garbage.

Okay no that is rather rude, to be more precise, it is a metal man. Iron treated to look copper, by the many silver nicks and scars on his face, and possibly designed around a bear trap and a cutlery set. That nasty looking maw looks like it could take a few fingers off, and his fingers seem as sharp as a razor.

He looks very damaged, however, with only one functioning eye and loudly creaking joints. His habit of constantly expelling large plumes of sooty black smoke is also unattractive.

But maybe his personality will make up for it-

"... The fuck is this load a bullshit."

Or not, please avoid the loud cranky Brooklyn accented tetanus factory as he goes to stomp through the forum, looking a combination of enraged and concerned.

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Is that a giant robot. That is totally a giant robot. Welp. Hare stiffens, but he doesn't start legging it yet. He'll look like a coward if he did that.

Instead, he snorts, a big smoggy cloud of smoke shooting out of his nose.

"Yeah whadda buncha assfucks, amiright? Aliens or some shit, I dunno. Whoever it is that kidnaps people fer giggles."

Yes, he is an unhappy jerk of a giant robot. And Knock Out tilts his head downwards to attempt to get a better look at Hare. There are far too many human looking things here to make him worry for the safety of his paint job. The damn squishies will smudge his wax, and he cannot let them do that.

"Hey, hey, kidnapping for as you say, giggles is fun when you're the one doing the kidnapping! But, no, you're being the one who is kidnapped never is much fun. mMm maybe we can find someone who knows about this place and kidnap them."

He wiggles his fingers in the air; at the thought of an impromptu interrogation, secession might make being here worth his while.

Probably best not to get too close to Hare in that case. He's an entire weeks worth of paint work gone if he gets fussy.

"Eh-" No thank you, he may talk like a mobster that doesn't mean he is one. How to get out of this without looking like a baby.

"Ain't worth my time. Prolly some real big smart aliens with like... giant laser guns fer faces or somethin'."

"Whadderya gonna do, write some invisible all seein' entity a cease an' desist letter? Well good luck on that one, Red. I need ta top off. Ain't fuckin' chasin' after god demons or whatever the fuck is in charge here."

"Maybe and maybe not. But I do think we deserve some kind of answer." Knock Out keeps his distance from Hare if not for his bad hygiene but it just makes it easier to see him. "Or some way out of here or some form of compensation for our trouble."

God demons now that is something to get Knock Out to hastily look around the area he appeared in. He really doesn't want to be here. And he really doesn't want to be forced to work for some psychotic god. That brochure he got was crumbled up into a big ball, and he long since got rid of it.

In his hasty glance of the thing, there was no mention of god demons or demons or gods written down anywhere. "Wonderful, so I'm stuck here." His shoulders slump downwards, and he lets out a disappointed sigh. "And that means you're stuck here too."

"Great. Those slaggin' demon gods. They just better have a good reason for dragging me here."

Don't want all those soot stains and scratches, probably best not to get too involved with the gross looking robot. "I get the feelin' they ain't gonna show ya the door, Red."

God demons indeed. Hare was pretty much convinced on that point, he heard of Kazooland before. Weird shit in there, is that where he was now? Just some weird different part of Kazooland? Must be, it'd make the most sense.

"Yep. But hey, least I know I can get some coal here. Don't know what weirdo giant future robots eat but I'm willin' ta bet it ain't coal." Coal was pretty much a universal standard, carbon was common as hell, yo.

"Maybe they like robots."

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