????? ( badlette )
Well then, we was certainly going to get far more entertainment with a very angry little girl marching up to yell at him. Sure, it’s not exactly as if she treated her own machines any better, but this abuse to them was uncalled for ! At least if she had bashed them up, it was for legitimate reason.
“ EXCUSE ME !!! ” she shouted, upon approaching and watching one of the last remaining Moto Bugs meeting an ill-timed fate from a some dolting clown. What a waste of good machinery.. She sighed bitterly as the little animals powering them scampered off. The maniacal inventors arms cross to express her frustrations. At least she could make more, but… “ What authority do you have to bust up my machines !? Those took TIME, you know ! A lot of it ! ” Her voice obviously raising, it certain didn’t take her long to get boiled.
“ ... Eh? ” Marx turns, glancing over at the little girl shouting at him, expression going from purely maniacal to something akin to noncommittal, one last vine crushing a ladybug-bot ( ladybot? ) to pieces before it goes limp, and then seems to vanish altogether. He stares at the girl dismissively, briefly quirking an eyebrow before rolling his eyes.
“ Listen, sweetheart, ” he started, the pet name dripping with condescension, “ they attacked me first. So then I bashed one, and they just kept coming. It was self defense, I’m so sorry about wasted time. ” He’s barely even trying to lie-- his tone is so fake that even a robot could pick up on it. “ And, uh, on my authority I did it. So there. ”











