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[ This video post is coming to you TUESDAY NIGHT, LIVE... from jail, not long after the Walking Eye invasion has made itself known. Womp womp. Rusty doesn't look entirely different in an orange uniform than he does in his usual hideous speedsuits, but the expression on his face is a sour one, even for him.

In the background, you can hear a robot wailing. It is a constant, static noise that only seems to increase in intensity as the feed goes on. ]

All right. Here's the skinny - these incompetents have decided to arrest me for all of that madness going on outside despite the fact that we're allllll well aware of the fact that there's a bunch of fucking clones running around. Which, for the record, is both an affront to us all and uncreative. They think I'm behind it all, but let me tell you this much: I don't shit where I eat, and I'm your best bet at programming something to stop them.

So, all you little heroes out there, a task for you: hunt down my clone and turn him in so I can get out and start fixing this mess!

[ God, the prison life is not for him. He's too pretty for this. The screaming, belonging to one Helper, begins to get even louder. ]

And for the love of God, someone, anyone come pick up Helper. [ He rubs at his temple. ] I've got a horrible migraine, and he's going to short-circuit any moment now. He's just outside of the jail. You can't miss him. [ Flatly, he adds on: ] He's the screaming robot.

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Do you have any idea where your clone would be? Or any means to track him down?

No, no means. Not unless one of you people have got DNA tracking. If you do, then by all means, you're welcome to come here and collect it yourself.

You may find him at some bar in Maurtia Falls. That's where I found him before I was so rudely interrupted and apprehended.

Then it would be more efficient to just destroy the robots. Spending my time finding your clone without a form of tracking, bringing him to the police, convincing them to let you out, and then waiting for you to program something could take between two to five hours at best.

If no one else apprehends him after they are all destroyed, I will.

[Sorry Rusty.]

I would offer to pick up Helper, sir, but I'm uncertain if that would make things worse.

[Teenage squinting.]

Aren't you...one of those weirdos who's supposed to live at that place I live at, or whatever?

[Someone has done some cyber-stalking.]

How do we know you're not the clone?

[he's trying to make the opposite decisions this life he did last time. This time, while others attend to the big picture, he'll help individuals. Definitely doesn't want to leave a robot so miserable.]

I'll help. But it doesn't sound like I'll be able to understand him. Wanna help translate, Skeets?

[ooc: I'll figure out later where this fits in with Cas helping to fight the Eyes and then getting shot. ;-) This might bring Skeets into that if he wants to talk down poor Kay during the aftermath…? ]

[ He groans. Loudly. But he can't say he can blame the little bugger. ]

Fine. But how are you defeating the Walking Eyes? At least tell me your plan.

Hell if I know. I don't waste a lot of time at home. And if I was the clone...

[ Wait. ]

Hey! Clones don't even have access to the network, do they? That should be proof enough!

It sure as hell wouldn't make things worse. Just listen to him.

[ Helper continues screaming. He bats his little metal arms against the building. It goes tinktinktinktinktink.

Helper has exactly one person and one goal in this place, and both are wrapped up in Rusty. Now that he's been welcomed back in Rusty's life in a way he hasn't been since the boys were still toddlers, he's gotten a little... attached. ]

And then I wouldn't have to listen to him.

I haven't defeated any of them myself yet-

[He keeps getting kill-stealed.]

-But I have seen they're fairly susceptible to a large crushing force. The outer shell is laser and bullet resistant, but if you knew of any particular weakpoints, that would be optimal.

[Harley's anti-arrest in general, and definitely anti-shooty robot menace, but ...]

Eesh. I dunno. Sounds like a lot of work.

[She is, above all, anti-doing anything that takes any sort of effort whatsoever.]

Why is he screaming? What did you do to him?

They're arresting us for what these clones do? That's beyond incompetence. Was there anyone with you when your clone was doing whatever he did?

I dunno. I'm not the clone. It'd be a pretty smooth clone move if they did.

Ugh.

[ Damn. He hates giving away his secrets, but if he's not cooperative, things will be worse for him in the long run. ]

Flip them over. Oh, they'll still be resistant enough, but they'll be rendered immobile at that point. The rest ought to be easy.

What, you don't give a crap about all that destruction out there?

What did I do to him? Hah! He's just upset because he wants to be in here, with me! But seeing as I'm imprisoned, they're not exactly letting him in. So! Instead they've just left him out there to scream his fool head off.

No.

[ This is what happens when you're relatively friendless and lonely! ]

Nobody was with him when he was doing what he did, I assume. He's a sight more subtle than your rampaging clones. Why attract attention to yourself when you can just let robots do all of your dirty work?

Then again, you might actually be a clone yourself, trying to deflect attention from your... comrade's misdeeds, or whatever the hell they call each other. If we go down that road, there's really no trusting anyone.

Mmmnnnnno, not so much.

[If Kay could grin, he would. Instead he settles for sounding "definitely pleased." ]

Thank you for your cooperation.

[He's going to kill at least one of them, alright. Just let him have one.]

Once a majority of the targets have been neutralized, I'll find your clone. He won't escape. I assume you prefer him alive.

I'm already on that level. And there's way better ways to get attention. Like blowing something up.

What'd your "clone" do, anyway?

That sucks.

Even if they can't prove it was him, they can't prove it was you either. They've got to let you out, right? Do you need anything until they do? A book or something?

You've made him co-dependant. He can't live without you.

Of course, that's something I'm quite capable of, sir.

But you should be forewarned that Helper and I have a... history.

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