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KARR has been bar-prowling for some time, his scanner flicking rapidly as he drives back and forth, in the closest thing he can get to pacing as a car. The AI can occasionally be heard grumbling to himself, and he seems restless. Something has upset him, and he's not shy about showing it.

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Amanda doesn't know much about cars or at least there emotions but she is intrigued by the car in the bar.

"Hello there."

KARR halts as he's spoken to, his scanner flaring briefly. "What?" he snaps, apparently not happy at being interrupted.

"My appologies, I didn't mean to upset you."

He snorts to himself, his scanner still moving rapidly. "What is it?"

"I just wanted to say hello and introduce myself. But this seems like a bad time. So I will leave you to your brooding." she turns and starts to walk away.

"How astute of you," he growls, his scanner speeding up again. He snorts at her again, then returns to his near-pacing, curisng to himself as he hits a chair with his prow. Bars weren't made for cars.

There's a dactylbot in the bar.

He's been watching the car on and off since it entered, when he's not slugging back shots of some glowing purple liquid.

"Your circuits too tight?" he asks cheerfully as KARR prowls by.

"Bonnie was shot," he snaps. "And if you have any sense in that bucket you call a head, you'll be on alert, too. The idiot woman that did it is out to kill any robot she finds."

Terrorsaur glances around nervously, as if the woman might still be here.

"W-what's she look like?" he asks.

"Blonde, short hair, and," His voice switches to Starbuck's- "Sounds like this. And she has a gun." KARR switches his voice back. "When I last saw her, security had dragged her off to the cells. I don't know how long she'll be there for."

The birdbot nods a few times at KARR's description.

"Probably a long time, since she shot someone," he remarks hopefully, shooting the office door a nervous look.

"Hopefully. Thankfully, the security guard tackling her threw off her shot. But that doesn't change the fact that Bonnie took a bullet to her shoulder," he mutters darkly.

"Who's Bonnie? ...A human?" he guesses.

"My human," he says, with a definite possessive note. "She's my driver and my fiancee."

Having a human inside you. Ewww. Terrorsaur makes a face.

"Well, 'least you won't have anyone bossing you around, eh?" he says encouragingly.

Likely he skipped over the word fiancee because he has no idea what it means.

He practically snarls at that. While at the beginning he didn't like the idea of being given orders-and is still rather unhappy about being told to stop when he went after Starbuck-it still sounds insulting to Bonnie. "She doesn't boss me around to begin with," he says coldly, his scanner flaring. "And I would never wish any kind of harm on her."

Terrorsaur looks a bit surprised at the flaring scanner.

"You're a car, a tool of humans. She's a human." He shrugs one shoulder. "Sounds like she's your boss to me."

"Just because she can give me orders doesn't mean she does, generally. Usually I'm free to do whatever I please."

That will change once their timelines catch up, but KARR really doesn't want to talk about who's going to the boss of the both of them.

"Another Wheeljack Daniels, please," Terrorsaur asks. The glass refills with purple liquid.

"It's the 'usually' that means you're still her slave," he points out after his first sip. "You're just...a special one."

He snorts, his scanner flaring again. Terrorsaur does have a point about his status...but that doesn't mean he can't bicker about it. "I'm not a slave. I'm her partner."

"Partner in what?" the birdbot asks excitedly. Please say crime, please say crime, please say crime....

"Both I and my bro-well, at the moment, my sister-were created to assist humans in chasing down and catching criminals who the law couldn't or wouldn't handle, for whatever reason. Once our timelines catch up with one another, and some unpleasantness is dealt with, we'll actually begin work."

Terrorsaur sighs and his face falls. It's never crime.

"Do-gooders," he grunts dismissively.

Then something sets off little bells in his mind. "Timelines?"

"Timelines. It's the fault of this place pulling people from everywhere-when I came in, I was over a year ahead of everyone else who came here from my universe. But since I haven't gone through a door I've personally opened yet, no time should be passing in my world, and their timeline, meanwhile, has been catching up with me. That's what we're hoping, at least."

Terrorsaur's response to this is to chug the rest of his glass.

"...You're still not used to the idea of playing around with timelines, are you?"

The dactylbot even shudders a bit at the word.

"Doesn't sound like something you play around with," he grumbles.

Ironic, considering that the Beast Wars (his present) exists in his world's past. If Terrorsaur had any idea of that, it might help him with the concept.

"Well, we don't play around with it, really. Usually, at least. I'm afraid of causing something in the universe to go haywire if I visit their current version of our universe too much."

The birdbot orders another drink.

"You...can...go...to...different...universes?" he asks.

If he struggles anymore he might strain something.

"If someone from that universe opens the door for you, yes. I've been to one that wasn't my own before. But the universe-destruction I worry about comes from technically having two of me in the same universe at the same time. It just seems troublesome."

Terrorsaur downs half of his drink.

He shakes his head a few times.

"So...you can go to other universes?"

"Like I said, if someone from that universe opens the door for me, yes. Otherwise I would just go to mine when the door opened."

"But you don't want to go to yours, because then there'd be two of you."

"Technically correct. There's a problem with going through the door I opened and with going through one that, say, Bonnie opens. When Bonnie opens the door, I go to a universe where there's now technically two of me, although one is still sunk. But I opened the door, it would lead to my CPU. And since their timeline hasn't caught up with mine yet, going through the door I opened is...risky."

He wasn't going to say it could lead to his dying. He didn't want to give Terrorsaur any ideas.

No worries - the only idea Terrorsaur seems to understand is 'drink alcohol.'

Which he does.

And after he's finished that, he orders a new one.

Then he notes, "Eh. You're still a stupid car."

"The next time I see Q," KARR says conversationally, "I think I'll ask him to turn you into a Buick. That ought to solve the 'stupid car'...thing."

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