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Metallica looked at War and smiled a bit too smugly as she lightly rapped her chest plate with her brass knuckles. "No worries, my beast-like friend, I'm like a giant projectile, myself!"
Metallica was equipped with land mines, machine guns, bombs, grenades, bazookas, rocket launchers, fire extinguishers, smoke bombs, rifles, pistols, molotovs cocktails, and a highly fashionable set of camouflage.
"Everyone here is adequately prepared for the hostile takeover.. I'm sure we'll all make it out alive," she said confidently, before being distracted by a similar, robotic voice.. Though strange to her ears, for she had never met another cyborg.
Metallica gasped girlishly at the sight of Jeffrey and smiled shyly at the tiny creature, completely being sidetracked from the matter at hand; she seemed to have developed some sort of bizarre, schoolgirl crush on the small robot... even if that certain robot was 4 times smaller than her.
Metallica inconspicuously hovered next Evelyn in a very stalker-like fashion and proceeded to puke out 3 bars of dirty-looking material into her hands... Better known as "soap." The robotic girl wiped her mouth with her arm and offered it to Evelyn, staring at the little girl pointedly. She did NOT just re-digest 3 bars of unknown substance for nothing.