"I'm locking and loading that atomic I told you so for later." As he is quite convinced this is the Quintessons, or at the very least some other being that defeated them and took their technology for themselves, just like--
His forearm computer screen fizzles out as his fingers twitch slightly. Definitely a good sign. At least he still has the Matrix-- there's some comfort in that, if nothing else. He doesn't really need it anymore, but it can't hurt to have. He'll get some answers out of it eventually, especially if he ends up followed here.
The screen pops up again as he suddenly and invasively scans Ratchet by shoving it and his arm by extension in his face. Maybe he'll be compatible and not explode if he tries to...
"Maybe," he says distractedly. "What does your thing say-- Ratchet, CMO, six million... oh, good." A pause. "I will give you all my organic money units if you fix the connection to my fusion cannon. It's broken."
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His forearm computer screen fizzles out as his fingers twitch slightly. Definitely a good sign. At least he still has the Matrix-- there's some comfort in that, if nothing else. He doesn't really need it anymore, but it can't hurt to have. He'll get some answers out of it eventually, especially if he ends up followed here.
The screen pops up again as he suddenly and invasively scans Ratchet by shoving it and his arm by extension in his face. Maybe he'll be compatible and not explode if he tries to...
"Maybe," he says distractedly. "What does your thing say-- Ratchet, CMO, six million... oh, good." A pause. "I will give you all my organic money units if you fix the connection to my fusion cannon. It's broken."