"Nope, regular cat. Albert got attacked by an evil cat too. Maybe I'm just lucky with my sweet and charming housecats."
You know, when they're not trying to lick the inside of his ear or eat his hand.
Howard gets on his bike and heads back to the Warehouse - he's built a little towing cage to fix to the back, where he keeps the lengths of copper wire he's stripped. When they get to the Warehouse, which has since become cramped and filled with legitimately dangerous amounts of stuff since Howard started using it as storage instead of as a home, Howard wraps the wire up over his shoulder, undoes the locks and shoves a door open.
"I have the dead terminators from Med Bay in here." Howard looks over stacked plastic boxes lined up against the wall. At the very least they're all labeled. "This one. Help me get it down?"
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You know, when they're not trying to lick the inside of his ear or eat his hand.
Howard gets on his bike and heads back to the Warehouse - he's built a little towing cage to fix to the back, where he keeps the lengths of copper wire he's stripped. When they get to the Warehouse, which has since become cramped and filled with legitimately dangerous amounts of stuff since Howard started using it as storage instead of as a home, Howard wraps the wire up over his shoulder, undoes the locks and shoves a door open.
"I have the dead terminators from Med Bay in here." Howard looks over stacked plastic boxes lined up against the wall. At the very least they're all labeled. "This one. Help me get it down?"
Boxes of dead robots are heavy, okay.