whatever, it's no wool off my back

There’s not much to say about it. I give out tours and tell people about history in the world. I’ll admit it’s nice to tell the ones who are interested about history as I am, but that’s about… 45 percent of the people who visit when I give them tours.

>don’t tell him that though. I don’t need to give him any more reasons to be all over me when I come over

It’s nice to hear you’re doing well, at least… I wish I had an owner or something so I’m not just living at my job.

dang, buddy I apologize. you asked like one question and I’ve been talking your receptors off. why don’t ya tell me about your job

>it sure as shoot ain’t what I thought a 2nd gen Wily was like an’ if I had the capacity to drink I would have done a spit take. he intimidates me for prooobably all the wrong flippin’ reasons

Maybe you could take it. You look cute enough to be a mascot and I don’t know any humans that could hate a sheep. Maybe make some arrangements so kids don’t mess up your wool if you’re worried about that.

 getting more money and possibly even owning my own gaming consoles tho. instead of just having memory units and hoping my next pseudo-owner plays the same stuff I do or even at all

Sheep, in the middle of sorting some books at his job, made a kind of vague hand gesture in the air towards a bookshelf as if Pump were in front of him and could see it.

Hello Sheep. How have you been?

my boss from my last job though, she keeps encouraging me to take a mascot gig over in japan. heh

>uhh? what, he buggin you or something? sure I’ll give it a shot. no promises though. can’t say I talk to the guy alot 

>I appreciate it though, Sheep, thanks. Let me know if there’s any way I can repay you.

>I don’t know what kinda favors you’d wanna try to drop on me. I’d be up for another field trip to your place.

Seeing the fluffy little pipsqueak barely sit high enough to not need a booster seat just about brought tears to his eyes. Well, if he could cry– but it just looked so. So ridiculous. “Oh human christ,” Turbo started, voice shaky with laughter, “holy shit. You’re so little. Are you big enough to be in the front seat? People are going to think there’s a kid i-in here–” He couldn’t help it any longer, leaning over the steering wheel with a loud cackle.

“YOU FLIPPIN’ A-HOLE Just-just ADJUST THE SEAT ALREADY!” the little bot shouted, reaching over and batting at Turbo’s thigh with both hands to get him to stop laughing. He wasn’t that deeply offended and he was honestly already over it because comments like that were pretty much his life. He’d even have laughed pretty hard too if it had happened to someone else equally as tiny. He was already kind-of having a good time, A-words aside. 

*snickers* You fart lightning??

Ooh, hey, what do you get if you cross a motorway with a flock of sheep?

…Would climbing and sitting on hay balls count? I do that pretty often, it’s more fun than you’d expect.