ㅤㅤㅤNow feeling outdone, he takes an even deeper bow, one so deep he falls over with a splat. He gets up and dusts off.
「 And quite loony! We even have a massive Silly Meter— that is, a device that measures just how silly things are in Toontown! It was a huge +
"HOW loony is your lab, Mr. Witt? While I'm a relatively-sane scientist myself, I'm interested in the fruits of science (and SCIIIIIIENCE!) across the multiverse."
ㅤㅤㅤNow feeling outdone, he takes an even deeper bow, one so deep he falls over with a splat. He gets up and dusts off.
「 And quite loony! We even have a massive Silly Meter— that is, a device that measures just how silly things are in Toontown! It was a huge +
ㅤㅤㅤHe winks at Leon, positively beaming.
「 I'm part of the SILLI team, which means I research ways to make toons happy! Laughter is our best medicine, after all! 」
[ Leon has taken mental note, on the
"Tooney Actor" part. He has some
Autographs to get after this conversations. ]
❝ Dimm Witt? Even your name is soo Toony!
It's my pleasure. And you're a scientist? What
Sort of stuff you cook, doc? ❞
ㅤㅤㅤHe winks at Leon, positively beaming.
「 I'm part of the SILLI team, which means I research ways to make toons happy! Laughter is our best medicine, after all! 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe takes a dramatic bow, before popping back up and beaming at Lep.
ㅤㅤㅤHe takes a dramatic bow, before popping back up and beaming at Lep.
❝ Soo.. a livin' cartoon character..?
. . .
HAH–! I knew you guys were always
Real, and not some CGI implemented
In an 80's movie! ❞ (✨)
[ His eyes glowing from exctiment upon
Coming up with revelation. ]
❝ I'mm Leon—! A treasure hunter from
Farlands! And you?❞
( And that's saying something, given how firm he's sounded so far. )
I assume your robots— the “cogs”— they follow none of these practices?
ㅤㅤㅤHe scribbles away.
ㅤㅤㅤHe scribbles away.
They have a higher sense of humor, as they’d word it, and less respect for their surroundings.
ㅤㅤㅤHe scribbles away.
❪ She slowly shook her head. ❫
❝ It’s— not. ❞
⠀
「 Thank you! Uhm, normally I'd ask how old you are, but I'm not sure if that's the same with robots. 」
( He has to reprocess the question on his own before he can formulate a response. )
As in, practical jokes…?
ㅤㅤㅤHe does exactly as asked. The slow blink... cats do that when they're happy, he's learned that from Purrview. Is he happy? No, that doesn't make sense. What species slow blinks when annoyed? He can't tell.
「 What are your opinions on goofs, gaffs, japes, and assorted buffoonery? 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe does exactly as asked. The slow blink... cats do that when they're happy, he's learned that from Purrview. Is he happy? No, that doesn't make sense. What species slow blinks when annoyed? He can't tell.
「 What are your opinions on goofs, gaffs, japes, and assorted buffoonery? 」
For all intents and purposes, just write down 34.
ㅤㅤㅤHe looks around.
「 I still don't get it. 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe does exactly as asked. The slow blink... cats do that when they're happy, he's learned that from Purrview. Is he happy? No, that doesn't make sense. What species slow blinks when annoyed? He can't tell.
「 What are your opinions on goofs, gaffs, japes, and assorted buffoonery? 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe looks around.
「 I still don't get it. 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe looks around.
「 I still don't get it. 」
And that is a complicated question, but I have been online for 34 years.
ㅤㅤㅤHe scribbles down something else.
「 Okay, uhm... how old are you? 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe scribbles down something else.
「 Okay, uhm... how old are you? 」
( Hopefully that was a good enough save, otherwise he /will/ be chewed out if anyone finds out he broke this duck's spirits. )
ㅤㅤㅤHe still heard it.
ㅤㅤㅤHe scribbles down something else.
「 Okay, uhm... how old are you? 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe still heard it.
( He remembers a soft, familiar voice always telling him to 'be nice'. )
... It is nice to meet you, doctor.
ㅤㅤㅤHe still heard it.
「 Thank you! Uhm, normally I'd ask how old you are, but I'm not sure if that's the same with robots. 」
❝ R-O-Z. Roz. ❞
⠀
「 Thank you! Uhm, normally I'd ask how old you are, but I'm not sure if that's the same with robots. 」
❝ I go by Roz. ❞
⠀
( He probably should have asked what notes the duck was going to take before agreeing to this. )
Might I ask yours?
❪ Blinking a few times, watching him write things down from a clipboard that materialized out of nowhere. Interesting…but also kinda odd. Where did it even come from?
Roz’s optics had confusion written all over them. ❫
⠀
ㅤㅤㅤHis entire face lights up, pulling his clipboard back out from nowhere and scribbling things down.
( His build is already well-documented in other places, so Enker begrudgingly accepted the lack of privacy a long time ago. )
ㅤㅤㅤHe taps the clipboard with the back end of his pen, tapping his foot in turn.
「 Toons are... hm, how do I explain that? 」
ㅤㅤㅤHis entire face lights up, pulling his clipboard back out from nowhere and scribbling things down.
❪ Surprised, slowly standing back up as she responded. ❫
❝ A…cog? What do you mean? What helps you decipher whether or not a robot is a cog? ❞
⠀
「 Yep! But... hm. You didn't laugh, but you also didn't short out... I guess you're not a cog? 」
ㅤㅤㅤHis entire face lights up, pulling his clipboard back out from nowhere and scribbling things down.
「 Yep! But... hm. You didn't laugh, but you also didn't short out... I guess you're not a cog? 」
.ᐟ.ᐣ
❪ IMMEDIATELY running over and kneeling beside him, she was worried and genuinely confused. Why…Why did he do that? ❫
❝ A—Are you okay??? ❞
⠀
ㅤㅤㅤHe puts the clipboard behind his back, where it vanishes, before pulling out a banana peel. Dropping it on the ground, he takes a running start towards it, absolutely wiping out.
「 Yep! But... hm. You didn't laugh, but you also didn't short out... I guess you're not a cog? 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe taps the clipboard with the back end of his pen, tapping his foot in turn.
「 Toons are... hm, how do I explain that? 」
ㅤㅤㅤHe taps the clipboard with the back end of his pen, tapping his foot in turn.
「 Toons are... hm, how do I explain that? 」