[ At least one of them can use the damned Internet without a robot’s help. ]

‘eesh ruffit barshturds—

[ Excuse him, he’s forgetting his manners all of a sudden. Also, that’s not a very polite thing to say about the guys—at least not while they’re within earshot.

How good is a robot’s hearing, anyway? HMM… ]

These guys—’scuse me—these guys can cook pretty well, for robots. [ You know, for being creepy little shits who’re clearly out to get them all. ]

So you could try anythin’, really. Tastes all the same to me. [ Like true carnival food. ]

Oi! [ He’s yelling at the robots. ] Why not give the kid something good? It’s on me.

[ He’s in a good mood. For now. ]