[It wasn't that his words seemed insincere; it was merely a little curious how he was speaking from well out of frame, the camera focused on a croissant and a small, frothy cup of what appeared to some kind of coffee... thing.]
Think I toldja mine already, didn't I? Ridin' a robot, savin' the world, that kinda thing?
[The drink was lifted by a gloved hand as a quiet slurp seemed to hit the microphone...]
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[It wasn't that his words seemed insincere; it was merely a little curious how he was speaking from well out of frame, the camera focused on a croissant and a small, frothy cup of what appeared to some kind of coffee... thing.]
Think I toldja mine already, didn't I? Ridin' a robot, savin' the world, that kinda thing?
[The drink was lifted by a gloved hand as a quiet slurp seemed to hit the microphone...]