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*sighs*

What now?

*sigh* Oh, I've just been thinking that I owe you an apology for something. Something I've felt kinda bad about, and wanted to atone for...

You don't owe me an apology.

Aww yes I do. Cause I like you, and try my best to be a good robot when you're around. And yet, I always feel like I just can't do it right. Like I'm never good enough. And that brings me to my apology...

*looks confused*

You're a robot...so?

*his lips, or lack thereof, begin to tremble* So I'm sorry...

....I'm sorry I'm NOT TOM SERVO! *breaks down blubbering like a baby* I'm sorry, that no matter what I do, I just can't be a small, chubby little cherub-bot with a gumball-machine head and little dangly arms! *sobs* Uhhuhuhuhuhuh *deep breath*! That's why you don't like me, isn't it! Cause I'm JUST not the charming candy dispenser that he is!

*Continues to wail and sob*

*looks down. Gets embarrassed by the scene the bot is making*

*clears her throat*

*steps over Tom and walks out of the room*

*continues crying embarrassingly loudly* Huh? Hey wait! Where are you going? Get back here! *He's hysterical, almost humorously so* I didn't say I needed to talk so you could just go, "Ok. Bye!"!!!!

TALK TO ME!!!!

...Um, pretty please?

*continues to walk, acting as if she can't hear him*

*Crow runs after her. A mere few paces behind you, the tone of his voice changes from weepy to mildly annoyed*

*pant* *pant* Oh come on! Now you're just plain being rude!

*turns around and hisses angrily*

Well you're being ridiculous!

*Crow now speaks casually and conversationally*

Well it's not like you're being a whole lot better. I mean you could at least deny or confirm. Or just say something. Heck even "unusual weather we're having" is better than just turning and leaving.

*snorts*

Unusual weather we're having. Chilly with chance of whiny metal falling.

*continues walking*

*Relentless, and high-maintenance, Crow persistently follows*

Oooh! That's rough.
Aw come on, Abby! You're a reasonably rational, intelligent human being, and I'm an obnxious, immature, infantile young robot! Is there any reason we can't just talk this over for a bit?

Yes

*ticks things off on her fingers*

You're obnoxious.

Immature.

Infantile.

Are we done here? I think so.

*And yet Crow refuses to let it drop*

Well yeah, but so is Tom. And you don't give HIM this much trouble!

HE is a candy dispenser and therefore FUN.

*again, calmly and conversationally, as if nothing was wrong in the first place*

*sighs* I knew it. It IS because I'm not a candy-dispenser, isn't it! Well MAYBE I could be fun for you too, if you'd just give me a chance! But NOOO. Too busy lavishing ol' Tommy boy with affection, to appreciate or even notice the specs and subtleties of ol' "yellow dog thing" in the corner there.

*Half-jokingly* Honestly, Abby. How do you live with yourself?

I try to be home as little as possible.

Hmmm. You and yourself sound like college dorm roommates gone horribly wrong.

You never know, Crow. You never know...

*sniff sniff* Ahhh, the scent of cryptic with a vague aroma of deep, dark secrets.

Look, though you may very noticeably treat Gypsy and me as lesser to Servo, we still try to do SOMETHING for ya once in a while. So let us all be there to try and cheer ya. Don't turn your nose up at us save Servo just because he can store GUMBALLS in his head.

You got somethin' bothering you? Let me know I wanna help. Pleeease?

The only thing bothering me right now is you.

Why do people have to be cheery all the time? What is that? That's not normal. Kind of freakish in an "It's A Small World After All" kind of way. No thanks.

What!? I didn't say that! I'm not trying to inject you with some kinda Joker-drug here. I'm just trying to be useful.

You think WE'RE happy all the time? We have to watch cheap, horribly dubbed movies about monsters or gladiators. I'm just trying to extend the proverbial olive branch here. Would it KILL you to be nice?

It might.

I'm not willing to take that risk.

*groans* Oh, BROTHER! Like a zippo without any flint! Unbelievable.

Well, I guess that's just too bad! You can heap abuse on me all you want, and I'll take it with a smile and a song! I'm your whiny, yellow, robot friend whether you like it or not!

My life is now complete.

Joy.

*rolls eyes*

*laughs* I can tell we'll get along just fabulously!

So! Who's hungry?

Not me.

Suit yourself! More for me! And I was hungry enough to pay for two anyway, so I guess I'll just HAVE to take twice as much.

You enjoy yourself.

Oh I know I will. In fact, I think I've made a new friend-for-life.

Goodnight, DEAR FRIEND Abby.
Hehehehe.

Sonofa...

*continues to swear under her breath*

*from the doorway* Oooh! Hey, watch your language*

*walks off whistling*

*gives him the finger*