#mechanicalamalgam

Dan looks the man up and down, sizing him up like a rather juicy steak covered in delicious sauce... but mmm... he wants to talk more than he wants to eat right now.

"Oooh spicy. Careful, old fart!" The clone laughs, sharp teeth glinting in the dim light. "She's gunna eat ya back up an' keep ya in her belly! Yum yum!" He can't help but giggle at his own last words— yum yum. Yum is such a funny word. It sounds like... Yargle. (No it doesn't? What kind of English are you smoking?? What is Yargle???)

"But yea! I'm also in a situation!" He thumps his chest with a fist— followed closely by what sounded like a muffled snap and Dan jolting. Oops. His rib(s?). Hehe, oops. Oopsie.

Ignoring the stabbing pain, he continues talking— waving his hands around as he rambled, "I dunno what's Her deal wit you but She told me that She jus wanted ta fix me but messed up tryna do that, yanno? So She kept me there ta try rightin' Her wrongs but She can't even tell what's right, haha! Stupid Ma..." Despite the insult, he lovingly leans on the machine and pats it. It was still his mother, after all!

"I personally don't think yer Her meal or anythin'. How's She supposed ta eat you when She don't even got a mouth ta scream wit?" Dan licks his lips, the smell of iron so sickeningly sweet, "...Ya would make a grade A meal though... look at all that meat on ya... an' ya look like ya got a nice pulse... mn..."

...No, no, he still wants to talk. Even if the idea of sinking his teeth into someone's neck and... oh, it'd be so nice and warm and alive— LOCK IN! LOCK IN!!!

Dan smacks himself square in the face with an open palm.