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"She is very good at my tests. Test after test she triumphs no matter the obstacle be it fire, bullets, lasers, bullets that are on fire, bottomless pits, not so bottomless pits with acid in them, even my special blend of neuro-toxin doesn't even faze her. If I didn't have literally 92.338137 percent of my processing power devoted to thinking of ways to make her die a painful agonizing death, I might have it in my almost limitless thought parameters to say... I'm impressed... a little bit anyway. But no matter, I still hate her. Why? Well it's rather a complex explanation. If I were to spend time explaining to your feeble, insignificant minds on all the reasons why I loathe her, you will have died and begun decomposing your pudgy, disgusting bodies before I even explain 0.000034 percent of all the reasons I hate her. If you simply want to know the biggest reason why she is simply the worst human ever, I'll tell you.

My tests? Beautiful monoliths of science and creation. But does that matter to her? Don't answer that. It was rhetorical question. Of course it doesn't matter to her. Ever since she stepped out of that cryo pod, she's been brushing of my creations as mere walls and floors. Doesn't she know how much time and processing power goes into my tests? Considerably less actually, most of it have gone into hating her. That's beside the point. But, the worst part? She. Never. Says. Anything. Normally I find the sound of human's speaking to be equal to that of a broken reaction plate scraping against a concrete corridor, but her silence is so much worse. Subject after subject not one of them could keep quiet, whether it be about how they broke an appendage or how they were being burned alive. Her silence has become an annoyance, one I have dealt with effectively, as usual. If she refuses to utter a sound when I drop the floor out from under her, or if I point several dozen turrets pointing in her direction... fine. But starting right now, mandatory tests for vocal equipment via balance handling appendage stimulation will be held in between regular testing... or hourly depending on the time it takes to complete each test. "
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Woot! First collaboration piece Done! A little while ago asked if I wanted to do a Collab early in December last year. I agreed and bing bang boom, awesome piece of art Looking forward to the next one good buddy!

Toenails are fun :3

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Coloring By: Me

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Description
"She is very good at my tests. Test after test she triumphs no matter the obstacle be it fire, bullets, lasers, bullets that are on fire, bottomless pits, not so bottomless pits with acid in them, even my special blend of neuro-toxin doesn't even faze her. If I didn't have literally 92.338137 percent of my processing power devoted to thinking of ways to make her die a painful agonizing death, I might have it in my almost limitless thought parameters to say... I'm impressed... a little bit anyway. But no matter, I still hate her. Why? Well it's rather a complex explanation. If I were to spend time explaining to your feeble, insignificant minds on all the reasons why I loathe her, you will have died and begun decomposing your pudgy, disgusting bodies before I even explain 0.000034 percent of all the reasons I hate her. If you simply want to know the biggest reason why she is simply the worst human ever, I'll tell you.

My tests? Beautiful monoliths of science and creation. But does that matter to her? Don't answer that. It was rhetorical question. Of course it doesn't matter to her. Ever since she stepped out of that cryo pod, she's been brushing of my creations as mere walls and floors. Doesn't she know how much time and processing power goes into my tests? Considerably less actually, most of it have gone into hating her. That's beside the point. But, the worst part? She. Never. Says. Anything. Normally I find the sound of human's speaking to be equal to that of a broken reaction plate scraping against a concrete corridor, but her silence is so much worse. Subject after subject not one of them could keep quiet, whether it be about how they broke an appendage or how they were being burned alive. Her silence has become an annoyance, one I have dealt with effectively, as usual. If she refuses to utter a sound when I drop the floor out from under her, or if I point several dozen turrets pointing in her direction... fine. But starting right now, mandatory tests for vocal equipment via balance handling appendage stimulation will be held in between regular testing... or hourly depending on the time it takes to complete each test. "
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Woot! First collaboration piece Done! A little while ago asked if I wanted to do a Collab early in December last year. I agreed and bing bang boom, awesome piece of art Looking forward to the next one good buddy!

Toenails are fun :3

Drawing By:
Coloring By: Me

Link to original: [link]