'Fuck me...' Adam thought as he tried to make any sense of his surroundings. This already herculean task was made even harder by the stupid Football, who always had something dumb to say.
'No thanks! I've learned my lesson about fucking humans!' Set whispered in Adam's mind.
If there wasn't a beast currently prowling in the dark and looking to kill them, Adam would've absolutely throttled the little football by now.
'I literally forced myself to communicate within your puny mind, human! That's worth at least some Quantum Cores!'
'Quantum Cores?' Adam thought, finding it harder to keep his concentration focused on the dark surroundings. This fucking mecha really was something else.
'Yes, Quantum Cores! They taste delicious, ya see! Scrumptious, Divine, uh... what other words can I use!'
Ignoring the football's blabbering mouth, Adam pulled up his neural interface to see what it was talking about. Almost instantly, he was met with a stat screen made just for this mecha.
