[There's a small, round robot pacing the perimeter of the room on four, small legs. Under each torch he stops, and reaches up with his front two legs even though he is far too small to get anywhere near them. He groans in frustration and continues his circuit, as though he hasn't already tried the others.
Finally recognizing he is not alone, he turns and in a monotone voice declares:]
I think we need to set the room on fire.
2. Glitter Bomb
[As soon as the door opens, One-One immediately dives in and begins digging through the glitter. It doesn't take much until he is absolutely coated, but if he minds it, it doesn't show. In fact, he seems to be enjoying himself, and deliberately kicking the stuff up.
He turns and pipes up in a far too cheerful voice:]
Glitter is my favourite colour!
3. It's Alive!
[He rolls along the dusty road on the way to the bathhouse to get cleaned up, still covered in glitter with a cowboy hat perched precariously on top of him, almost covering his eyes. He pauses when he hears a snide tone, speak up in a whisper and say, "that hat with that glitter, really?"
The little robot pauses, and his chipper tone takes on a perplexed note as he answers with a question of his own.]
One-One | Infinity Train
[There's a small, round robot pacing the perimeter of the room on four, small legs. Under each torch he stops, and reaches up with his front two legs even though he is far too small to get anywhere near them. He groans in frustration and continues his circuit, as though he hasn't already tried the others.
Finally recognizing he is not alone, he turns and in a monotone voice declares:]
I think we need to set the room on fire.
2. Glitter Bomb
[As soon as the door opens, One-One immediately dives in and begins digging through the glitter. It doesn't take much until he is absolutely coated, but if he minds it, it doesn't show. In fact, he seems to be enjoying himself, and deliberately kicking the stuff up.
He turns and pipes up in a far too cheerful voice:]
Glitter is my favourite colour!
3. It's Alive!
[He rolls along the dusty road on the way to the bathhouse to get cleaned up, still covered in glitter with a cowboy hat perched precariously on top of him, almost covering his eyes. He pauses when he hears a snide tone, speak up in a whisper and say, "that hat with that glitter, really?"
The little robot pauses, and his chipper tone takes on a perplexed note as he answers with a question of his own.]
Are you my mum?