[No, he doesn't need a babysitter! Nine times out of ten, he's the babysitter. Isn't that a scary thought...]

It's fine, I guess. I mean, I'd rather keep on top of stuff and get a nice stretch every now and then like this than by doing fieldwork.

[WHICH IS A WEIRD THING FOR A SWORD TO SAY but boy does he hate fieldwork... Anyway, he'll just take a quick and darting step forward, skewering one of the two bots. As it pinwheels its arms and beeps out something about a malfunction, he just rudely shoves it to the side.]