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[stabbywheelfeet]

[This isn't exactly the place you'd expect to find robots. There's nothing but snow and fields for miles. Maybe a few clusters of scrawny, bent over trees here and there, hunched under the weight of the snow. Deep snow, too. Several feet deep - enough to where certain fleets of robots are likely stuck where they are until one of them can plow a

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[electrowhipit]

[ certain robots are poking at trees, blissfully unaware of any sneaking ]

They look so sad without their leaves, don't they Sideswipe?

[stabbywheelfeet]

... Oh yes. Terribly sad. A study in tragedy, really.

[Sneaking. Sneaking. Closer... closer...]

[electrowhipit]

They make up for it in the spring, though. Flowers everywhere.

[ GEE THIS TREE IS INTERESTING ]

[stabbywheelfeet]

Mmhmm. If you say so, my dear fenderfoot...

[And, without warning, he chucks the snow at the back of your head.]