“You’re the fool,” I replied, giving him a look that would have chilled anyone else, excepting my friends, who knew that we would have the time of our lives, which often happened and usually was never the same thing. The robot, being stupid, was not even aware that I had just grabbed my blade, which was the whole reason I had given him the look. Being called stupid, of course, didn’t sit well on him.” What makes you say that?” he asked, as if wanting to know why. “Because you’re slow witted, clumsy, and you’re average intelligence is lower than that of a zombie. And your punch almost missed me.” I didn’t think he would get mad easily, but he did. He smashed a rock near me, but either he wasn’t aiming for me, or he had worse aim than I thought. So I kept going.
“You are an insult to Gemini Scout (source 1), the Google car (source 4), and Mr. Grower (source 1).” “WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?” “I’m talking about three robots that would take one look at you and say, ‘what is that?’” Barely holding back his temper, which was now glowing in his eyes, he asked, “What do they do that’s so important?!?” “Let me see… Gemini Scout helps miners giving readings on the air, finding lost miners, etc, the Google car drives for people and makes split-second decisions, and Mr. Gower helps in hospitals.” I wasn’t thinking that this would make him madder, but he swung at me, missing and giving me a chance to strike. I stabbed into his head and he toppled to the ground, dead. “The bigger they are, the harder they fall,” I repeated. This is one more time to repeat my catchphrase, which I repeat every time I defeat a large foe. Now I can finally get out of here and see what sergeant is up to. There’s still more to do, so I guess my gecko work is never done. Now were has that tiger beetle gone?