BUBBLE LEADED.

> Not the worst idea, though even that sounds like too much. I think I know what I’ll be getting therapy for, then. > In my defense, I was just built to stop time. Not that it makes it any less ironic, really. > That’s would be her. Did you want to get started soon?

What is Your Muse’s Blood Type:   Standard type-A circulatory oil. How do You think Your Muse Handles Rejection?:   Not... great. If it’s something like being invited out and the other person changes their mind, Bubble’s more than happy to accept that. But if he’s the one making the invitation and it’s cancelled, he gets agitated. What Makes Your Muse Jealous?:   Other robots getting respect where he doesn’t. What’s a Bad Habit Your Muse has?:   He overspends when he shops. He counteracts this by blocking himself from online shopping websites  (physically going to stores? Ha)  and saving so that even if he does end up overspending, it’s not out of budget. A Prized Possession of Your Muse:   His bedroom/lab, as it is a place of peace  (so long as CERTAIN ROBOTS aren’t on a jog...)  and experimentation. In terms of actual objects, his crutches. Any Medical Conditions?:   He is physically disabled -- a rarity for a Robot Master. He cannot walk properly, nor by extension run or dance. While he can swim and jump perfectly fine, when he has to get around on land he uses crutches.

~Questions for the Muse to Answer~

What’s Your Favorite Color:   “Green, grey.” What’s Your Favorite Food:   “I’m not picky.” Skiing or Snow Boarding?:   “Neither, both involve going outside.” Worst Injury You Ever Got?:   “Being destroyed by Mega Man, obviously. Why bother asking?” Early Riser or Sleep in?:   “Sleep in, if possible. Though, the lost time does irk me when I want to be productive.” Video Games or Books?:   “Books.” Something that Makes you Cry?:   “You think I’m going to answer this? Go get bent.” Someone You Hate? Why?:   “Quick Man. Next?” Phobias:   “You seem to be under the impression that I’d ever let any of this kind of information out into the open for any reason.” Favorite Soda?:   “Dr. Pepper.” Favorite Drink in General?:   “The more you waste my time, the more the answer is hydrochloric acid. Not that it’d harm me, mind you.” What did you have for Breakfast?:   “Cereal.” Song you are listening to right now?:   “Starboy, The Weeknd ft. Daft Punk.” Worst Job Ever?:   “You know what I’ve been told I would be doing if I weren’t one of Wily’s boys? Sewage inspection. As in, making sure sewer systems are in order. I would rather be recycled.” Best Job Ever?:   “Chemistry is a much more interesting field of work to be subject to, if I were ever to be forced into industry.” Ever Been thrown out a Window? Why?:   “No.” Do You Regret what You’ve Done?:   “Not a chance. All I’ve done is live my life.” Any Roommates?:   “Wily and the rest of the army. My brothers range in likability from ‘fairly pleasant company’ to ‘dissolve them in acid’ to ‘Quick Man’.”

~Choose Between~

>Hm. Strange– I suppose I need to find heavier objects to weigh the top of the tank down. I’ll be there presently. In snake-like fashion, he’d pop out of one of the vents. “Where is it?”

         Bubble nodded, gesturing Snake to follow as he made his way to a series of patched-up holes on the floor, with one remaining wound open with a barely-visible silhouette of something curled up inside.

>     Hey-- I think one of your pets snuck out through the vent system. He's found himself a hidey hole in my room and I can't get him out. Some help, please?

Flash sighed.

> I’ve been negligent again, I see. Perhaps I should start taking courses on time management, or seek therapy for workaholism. I’m not sure which yet, if either.

> I’m sure I can get you something that doesn’t require social interaction with the rest of the army, though you might have to speak to Josephine a bit. She’s gotten more active lately.

> Sorry to put it on you, though.

OUTGOING MESSAGE: [DWN-011] TO [DWN-014]

>          Have you been cooped up in your office again?  I’ve noticed distinctly more fire in less-populated areas, and we both know what that means. >          If you need any workload done you can hand it off to me. I went out for twenty minutes to get Key some McDonalds and that’s enough social interaction for me for the next three months.