𝗚. 𝗜. 𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗼𝘁

swallow the dirt, you rotten swine.

can’t say it’s (always) my top priority, but sure. when I get a chance to shoot a couple lowlifes in the head, I’m full of enjoyment. ( she cocks her head, thinking for a moment ) the boys you speak of. . . you might be able to visit some of them.

( that makes the Bride chuckle. she considers the robot— where he came from, when he was made— and then the man he would have been surrounded with ) well. . . I’m sure your ‘boys’ and their wives led happy little families, or whatever they wanted to call it.

( the corpse scoffs, putting a hand to her hip as she shakes her head ) by all rights, I’d have your head for that, but considering all the factors, ( well, it’s not like he ‘knew’ better ) it sounds rather simple in those terms. maybe ditch the classification title for me to

hah—! well, you have more sense than some humans. I suppose I have to give you that.

. . I don’t enjoy the implications of that. but, just for clarification, there is NOTHING on my body— or person— that should trigger your little fireworks show.

and what are you looking at?

ㅤㅤ» 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ» 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.