Audio --> Video

[buildsfriends]

I AM ON THE RADIO

Deet deet deet, boop boop beep boop. But-tons but-tons...

[The video comes on but it's just a shot of the top half of his helmet and the sky above because he's holding his comm like a walkie-talkie.

He puts on a 'authoritative' voice.] Hello. Yes. This is Captain General Fourth Class Caboose. I need you to deliver to me at least fourteen new friends, stat. ASAP, and...BYOB. NASDAQ. Over and out and in, amen.








[...the video continues with just a shot of his armored foot on a grubby sidewalk and his voice further off.]

OH MY GOD FRECKLES LOOK! An outside party!

[A grating mechanical voice answers:] Hostiles detected.

Comments

[bestever]

[god. blood gulch.]

Look, close enough. My legs are working fine right now, so nobody has to wiggle anything.

[buildsfriends]

YOU GOT A NEW BODY!!! Does that mean you aren't tiny anymore?!


Or is your new robot body also really tiny. [be still his heart what if best friend is also amazingly cute]

[bestever]

Yeah, I'm not tiny anymore. Brand new robot to walk around in, and everything.

In fact, a lot of things about it might remind you of the old ones.

[buildsfriends]

[omg that tone means it's guessing time, HE HAS MISSED PLAYING GAMES WITH CHURCH] It blows up? No no, it eats all the food. It smells bad when it lies in the sun for five days?

[bestever]

Uuuuh.. [you know what? why not. the alpha got himself into this mess.] Yes. All of those. At once.

[buildsfriends]

Wow! It's just like the real thing!

Oh man Church, I can't wait to see you! We are gonna go CAMPING and we're gonna have COOKOUTS and there's gonna be BALLOONS and HORSES and I'm gonna win you a TEDDY BEAR- [buddy is this camping or a fair you're talking about]

[bestever]

[okay just fucking kill him now, PERMANENTLY, because that's all sounding kind of great. maybe it's just that anything seems better than being stuck in a storage unit that basically means you're stuck talking to yourself?? who knows. it is a mystery. it's not like afternoons with caboose are actually anything even remotely approaching enjoyable.]

Hah. Yeah. Camping is gonna be the best.

But uh, hey. Save the cookouts for a bit, maybe. I [am a needy and jealous piece of shit!!] think fall is the best for grilling outdoors.

[buildsfriends]

Okay! We can go to the BEACH and we can fight SEA MONSTERS and we can hunt SHARKS and maybe we can get stranded on an island after a three hour tour and then we can make clothes out of LEAVES AND WE CAN FIND WATERFALLS!! AND WE CAN BUILD A HUT OUT OF BAMBOO AND THEN IT WILL BE SO GREAT, AND SO AWESOME AND GREAT! AND I WILL EVEN LET TUCKER COME WITH US EVEN THOUGH HE PROBABLY WON'T HELP AT ALL! [oh man you know he's excited when he's all capslock AND allows tucker to be included in his plans for outings]

[bestever]

That's starting to sound a little like a shipwreck, there. I think we wanna stay in our cities, here. Not that that doesn't sound picturesque, and all.

[buildsfriends]

[Caboose tilts his head a little.

He definitely has a lot of trouble connecting the dots sometimes. Most of the time. Like, 90% of the time, he has trouble with that. And he has trouble seeing patterns and clues that other people would find obvious, and he has trouble retaining information, but.

He's known Church for years. Predicting Church's behavior is almost like an instinct at this point, and right now, he's...weird. Yup, weird. Caboose isn't sure how (maybe if he could connect things he'd figure out that Church is screaming and frothing at the mouth angry one second, then calm and more considerate the next and it's whiplash) but he knows that something is definitely off. He's missing something...

...OH WELL. It is a mystery.]

I will call some people. Some people with boats. Like pirates, I will call some pirates. Are they in the phone book?