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And what is it you've done this time, Karr?

Ho...dear brother. Isn't it obvious that I, am the victim here?

I really wasn't getting that from your statement, no.

You truly are the superior model, KITT.

That is something we can agree on, I'm sure.

Did you think that I'd forgotten about you, KITT?

That I would live and let live?

Forget about me? Never. Live and let live? I would have hoped for such. And you never did answer my original question.

*Stares at the talking car.*

Didn't I?

*edges ever closes to those precious human legs*

Return to me, what is mine.

...What's yours?

*Looks around for something climbable, wary.*

I'm beginning to think your processor is on the fritz.

Your concern is truly admirable.

Truly.

I Know.

That You Have It.

*rumbles angrily*

Huh? Mira quirks a brow]

Great, first a bike now a classic car. I swear I must be a talking machine magnet. And I wouldn't try anything if I were you, already kinda owned by my bike. And he's a selfish ass when it comes to sharing.

...Classic?

[He bristled.]

Your affairs with an inferior machine do not concern me.

You were built in what? The twentieth Century? That's moldy oldies in comparison.

[She's not worried at all, since really she doubted tech that old would really hurt a kid who grew up in the 31st century. At least Earth Tech. Zentradi, or Marduke... Maybe.]

What should be of greater concern to you, than when I was made...is when you shall be unmade.

[The menacing coupe rolled ever closer.]

You need not be harmed. Return to me what is mine...

... I am the foolish child, aren't I? Or at least, you consider me to be.

[She backs up some because okay, maybe getting run over will hurt.]

Highly doubt I have anything of yours. [She does hold the guitar case she carries a little closer.]

Lo And Behold.

His eyes unveiled.

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You're the only one here. It must be you.

Cease this foolishness, and you may live.

Yeah, there's a reason I'm the only one here. This is my garage. How the hell did you get in here anyway.

[Her finger traced something on the case, activating a robot the size of a baseball, hidden in the case.]

And you know how many people threaten me on a daily basis with life or death? It's really getting old.

You won't have to worry about it much longer.

If those prototype files are not mine, they shall be no one's.

[She tilted her head slightly.]

Files? [She quickly thought about what files he could be talking about. The small robot stayed on stand by, ready to by her time if she gave the signal.]

Only files here deal with the company, There aren't prototype files here, unless you count the ones my associate makes for his paper airplanes. [Well okay, DK has the ones she's hacked from various companies as well as her personal designs, but she really doubts he's interested in sound systems.]