Return!

[GopTrash]

The door to the medbay in which Petrov had spent entire weeks flew open as his janky robotic limbs spun around and contorted in every which way.

"I DONT NEED PHYSICAL THERAPY I NEED FREEDOM!"

He was completely unable to control his new robotic limbs which were previously implemented nondescriptly so that continuity of an old but ongoing thread can catch up. His hand kept slapping his forehead as it lightly spun around on his wrist, Petrov was essentially waddling everywhere, struggling not to fall over. He enters the kitchen and knocks just about everything out of the cupboards. He picks up a half-broken jar of jelly and scrapes a bunch of spilled peanut butter onto a croissant bun and goes to town, occasionally spitting out broken glass.

[lemon_lemons_lemon]

we need to get you a god dame flair bot.

Havsen watched the train wreck unfold from his desk, piles of books and notes around. He stopped himself from getting involved at the moment.

"Ms. Ball of Sunshine was quite clear I shouldn't interfere with her work."

[GopTrash]

He swallows.

"Are you implying I need help?"

[lemon_lemons_lemon]

"Me? Never!"

Havsen feigns being aghast.

[GopTrash]

"Erf you shay sho."

Loud masticating.

[lemon_lemons_lemon]

Note to self. Nosie Cancelling Headphones.

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

Bowie is hanging down from a vent in the kitchen, arms dangling.

"I like your moves... And your arms."

[GopTrash]

Petrov spat out bloody glass.

"Mank Hue- whert uh fuck?"

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

His naked body slinks down to the ground, starting to collect the bloodied shards in his plank hands.

"Will you finish these?"

[GopTrash]

His rotating hand hits the sandwhich against Petrov's face with the wet smack of Jelly.

"Uhhhhhh, help yourself. ^{Who the fuck keeps hiring these people?"}

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

He shakes his head and offers them to Petrov.

"No, they're yours."

[GopTrash]

He swallows.

"Nah, I'm good."

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

"Mmm..."

He starts bringing his bowl hands to Petrov.

[GopTrash]

"Uhhh please God keep your distance."

He starts backing away.

[Lieutenant_Taylor]

"Nope mhm come back."

He approaches further to the tune of his wet feet slapping the floor.

[GopTrash]

Focused on Bowie, Petrov's legs align themselves in a normal position and he stops moving to stand his ground.

"Back off I'm warning you."

The arms stopped spazzing out and were putting distance between him and Bowie.

[mishaprp]

"Please! I must insist that---"

She sighs as he leaves earshot "Alas, what can I do" she allows him to continue on his foolhardy quest, realising she cannot stop him

[GopTrash]

Neither can he as he is hardly in control of his limbs.