[ see, that's why robots should be enforcers of the work force, friend. robots really are just useless that way.

anyway america's still pretty zoned out so he doesn't really pay attention to zura's muttering rant as he approaches, just sort of drinking uselessly at his bottle and admiring the sky. when zura plops down next to him, he'll give him a once-over because a tux?? really??

and then oh, okay. ]

You're not a speck of dust, buddy. And I don't think life's a cobweb either. More like... an eternally flyin' frisbee, just effin' killing it, every day. Soaring the skies, being fucking amazing. Maybe one day it'll be caught! Maybe it won't! Just gonna soar those skies anyway.

[ america, don't be such a dudebro. ]