==> Make up a name on the spot.
Whoops. A bit too late, there.
Enter command._
Inform the injured bystander that he could have been informed as to the steps rather voracious manner if he merely had the insight to program his own title into his creation.
==> Karkat: Expotise.
What? You just fell down the stairs. After those loveless idiots told you to run a diagnostic on their stupid robot.
You wish you'd never given them this idea. Not only is it a horribly bad one, but they kept trolling you at all hours of the day for rom-com help.
And then blew up the first three, seriously. Is no one but you genre-savvy around here.
Oh great, now the ROBOT'S worried about you! You've fallen far, and not just down the stairs.
What will you do?/Enter command._
> Voma: Enter the flushed quadrant with Karkat.
"like trying to explain the flavour of chocolate to a rock"
==> Karkat: Get up, you're fine.
The last thing you need is a five-minute-old tin can pitying you.
Oh man, what kind of expression is that? The STRONG idiot must have taken too much of his meo- moirial's advice.
You find yourself wondering, in a slightly worried way, how much of a resemblance there is.
What will you do?/Enter command._
> Karkat: Exposit on why you wanted a lovebot.
"like trying to explain the flavour of chocolate to a rock"
==> Karkat: Explain why you wanted a lovebot.
What?! You had nothing to do with this, besides being stupid enough to give those idiots the idea. And maybe some romcom advisory, but that's it, you swear.
==> Karkat: Run diagnostic.
Ugh, fine.
Uh....show me your teeth, I guess.
Okay...
Well at least they didn't go with white. Turns out someone listens to you after all.
Next...the ears.
Look pretty normal...and they rounded the edges. Two points into the "LISTENS TO KARKAT LIKE THEY SHOULD" score.
What else....oh, troll mode. Basic.
Not bad...actually, she's kind of cute. Whatever.
Teeth again.
OH DEAR GOG IT'S LIKE A NEEDLE FACTORY
Uh- Okay, how bout, um....outfit swap. Let's see....beach wear?
Sure!
OH
MY
GOG
You are going to MURDER those id- oh gog she's posing. Quick, change the subject!
O.....okay, you have other....outfits, right? I mean, that's not the only beach....get-up you have.
Well, no.
Oh thank gog- I mean, show me the other one. Other ones. Whatever.
Okay!
GOMALEGOMALEGOMALENOWNOWNOW!
Um...is this better?
Yeah, that...that's fine.
Okay. That's better. A LOT better- you do NOT need a towel. No. Definitely not. Gotta finish the diagnostic so you can leave.
Because. Of course, you have more important things to do. Yeah.
Let's see....ears again....
Looks good, no sharp edges and wow is this hair soft. It's like the real thing.
You fail to notice Voma's LCD cheek screens light up from your proximity.
What will you do?/Enter command._
> Terezi: Be 'watching' all of this.
"like trying to explain the flavour of chocolate to a rock"
> Voma: Ponder whether you like your female or male form better.
"like trying to explain the flavour of chocolate to a rock"
==> Voma: Wonder whether you prefer male or female form.
Well, you haven't really had much experience in either. Besides, there's something more important to attend to at the moment...
==> Voma: Ask this young troll's name. If he pleases.
Uh....what's your name?
W-what. UGH. Karkat. Vantas. Why?
What will you do?/Enter command._
>Quick, while he's not yelling, distracted, and a bit confused, ask him which form he prefers as innocently as you can to get him to start yelling again