The man twitches at the sound. "No!" he brays, as if unused to the concept of 'inside voice', "Not philosopher! No lover of wisdom, I! But once...! But once...! Oh...."
He closes the distance with Elec-Squall, standing almost on top of him. His eyes blaze with earnest...something. "See?!" he says, slapping his chest, "Metal! Not even fine alloy with elements of neutronium and self-aware substrate! Encased am I! Man of violence am I! Point me! Point me! And I become the line that cannot be crossed! See?!"
The man pauses, catching sight of a mug of ale. He immediately loses interest in the 'conversation' with Elec-Squall. He picks up the mug (to the dismay of its owner), sniffs its contents, sips, and spits it on the floor. "Fermentation! Decay! Death! Ah, heat death of universe! Slow beautiful decline to order! Once, I watched. I watched. I saw. Now? Here! Here! Thoughts slow, like fly in hardening amber. Oh, the eerie, drearie feeling of being me! BUT NOT ME! Where is the door? Out! Out! I cannot find the off switch!"
He closes the distance with Elec-Squall, standing almost on top of him. His eyes blaze with earnest...something. "See?!" he says, slapping his chest, "Metal! Not even fine alloy with elements of neutronium and self-aware substrate! Encased am I! Man of violence am I! Point me! Point me! And I become the line that cannot be crossed! See?!"
The man pauses, catching sight of a mug of ale. He immediately loses interest in the 'conversation' with Elec-Squall. He picks up the mug (to the dismay of its owner), sniffs its contents, sips, and spits it on the floor. "Fermentation! Decay! Death! Ah, heat death of universe! Slow beautiful decline to order! Once, I watched. I watched. I saw. Now? Here! Here! Thoughts slow, like fly in hardening amber. Oh, the eerie, drearie feeling of being me! BUT NOT ME! Where is the door? Out! Out! I cannot find the off switch!"