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[geniusmage]

A. Outside 1449 Mitchell Road: [An unhealthy amount of scraping and rummaging is being screeched out from the garage of 1449 Mitchell. Rita is inside furiously digging through pile of junk after pile of junk, digging through scraps and trash for... something, apparently. Whatever it is, it has her pretty fired up. She gets so frustrated with the fruitlessness of her search that she ends up kicking a metal bucket out into the street, and with a weary sigh treks out of the garage to retrieve it.

Let's face it, who doesn't enjoy bothering frustrated teenage girls.]

B. Phone: [Here's Rita on the phone, she doesn't sound any more pleased than when she may or may not have been angrily kicking buckets into the streets.]

Hey, I need a favor from one of you idiot boys.

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[roadroller]

Oh, really? ♪

[...you don't sound old enough for that... Rin is at a loss for the moment.]

[geniusmage]

Yes really. You got a problem with that?

[roadroller]

... Why would I? Sheesh! ♪

[geniusmage]

[Okay, that tone is seriously starting to grate.] ...Why do you keep talking like that?

[roadroller]

Talking like what? ♪

[technically, she's talk-singing.]

[geniusmage]

That. The sing songy thing you're doing.

[roadroller]

...Oh! ♪

I was a robot created to sing, so I started out singing long before I learned how to talk. I'd have to put some effort in if I was going to talk normally. Similar to an accent, y'know? ♪

[geniusmage]

[There's a bit of disbelief in her voice.]

...You're a robot?

Like, completely artificial?