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Wish granted.
>"Boss, boss! Looky what I can do!"
>The spritely disassembler waits patiently until she has (you)r full attention before pinching the sides of her face and pulling.
>What should have been hard, inflexible plasteel elongates with enough give to make her head seem more ovalish with each tug.
>"See? The gals over at R'nD lemme have a butchers at their new stretchy mods! Now I 'ave cheeks!"
>She seems proud of it, as evidenced by her bowtie spinning and the haughty grin she sports.
>It would have been cute save for the fact that R&D don't just dole out access for their prototypes for *free*.
>Yet knowing E's...disposition...it was also likely they'd have given her something just to get rid of the drone.
>"How much did that cost you?"
>"Absolutely nuthin'!~"
>A test was in order.
>Step 1. Casually approach the drone.
>Step 2. Look deep into her optics
>Step 3. Firmly grasp cheeks.
>"B-boss?"
>Step 4. Pull.
>"Gweh!"
>"E, how much did it cost you?"
>You did not relent.
>Any harder and her cheeks might tear off.
>"Bwaaah! Ok, ok! I promised 'em sum extra chips from Arty Six!"
>You let go as soon as teardrops render on her visor.
>RT6. A problem group. And a PITA for filing paperwork for.
>You return to your desk and start filling out a transfer form.
>"Thank you for being honest, E."
>E painfully rubs her cheeks before sticking out her tongue at (you) childishly.
>"Meanie."
>True, it was mean.
>But at least everyone would be happy to know the prototype works.