Billy: “Hey, Leaderbot, we’ve got some guests.”
Leaderbot: “Greetings, humans. I am Leaderbot-x23, designated administrator of this city.”
Marty: “Hi, Leaderbot—”
Leaderbot: “No need to be formal. Please, call me Phil.”
Marty: “Okay… Phil. I’m Marty, and this is Cindy.”
Applepig: “Oink.”
Marty: “And this is Applepig.”
Phil: “Guardbot3351 has informed me that you are skilled in the art of mechanics and repair. I hope I can call upon you to aid us in our time of need.”
Marty: “Well, I’m really just a blacksmith. My hometown was a sort of fantasy village, so I’m not so much up on my electronics. If you need some dents hammered out, I can do that for you, sure.”
Phil: “I am sure whatever assistance you can offer will be greatly appreciated.”
Marty: “You know, you’re a lot better spoken than the guardbot.”
Phil: “Guardbot3351 is kind of an idiot.”
Guardbot: “Check-me-out-you-guys-I’m-gonna-do-an-ollie! Lookit-lookit-lookit!”
