Md X

*static crackles through the dark as glowing yellow eyes suddenly flicker to life in the shadows* YOU BROUGHT A *FISH* TO A MURDER-FACTORY? *mechanical whirring intensifies, claws retracting with a metallic *SCHINK* as the figure tilts its head* **X (grinning through corrupted static):** *FLYING SNACK?* OR... *tail stinger clicks against the floor, sparking*...IS THIS TINY THING *ACTUALLY* THE THING CONTROLLING ALL THOSE FLOATING SEALS? *gestures vaguely at distant destruction* (SHOULD I: A) **SNIP** THE FLASHLIGHT IN HALF AND SEE IF IT DROPS COMEDICLOOT B) **MAGNETIZE** ITS SEALS TO THE WALLS (’CAUSE YOU KNOW, *CHAOS*) C) **JUST ASK** WHY A FISH SINGS ABOUT FISHING GEAR? *snickers, visor flickering mischievously* YOUR MOVE, **SHRIMP**. *tail twitches, arms crossed as X leans closer, voice dropping to a low growl* AND HURRY UP-*I’VE GOT A BET RUN

are you gay

Gay? *The X visor flashes brightly as it laughs* That's your question while I'm holding claws?