Talon stared at the P.O.O.P.E.R that lay in front of him. Can such a crude piece of technology actually be all that wonderful? "Erm, P.o.o.p.er, activate!"
Nothing.
"P.O.O.P.E.R, power on!"
Nothing.
Maybe it's the accent. "Ack, power yer arse on 'efor ah kick yer sorry laddie!"
Nothing.
Talon closed his eyes shut. "JUST TURN THE HELL ON WILL YOU!"
The P.O.O.P.E.R beeped continuously, sounding suspiciously like laughter.
"Good, now, get me the hell outta here."
The P.O.O.P.E.R shuddered, and out from its back popped a shovel. it begin the thankless task of sweeping away the rubble, bit by bit. Talon watched the crowd grow on the other side. "Looks like it's just you and me, Poop."
"Beep?"
"Yeah, think we're gonna cut it solo for a bit, I'm in no mind for allegiances and all that political doohickey."
"Bee--beeep?"
"That's it, right there, good, I can feel my right arm now..." Talon gave a cry of triumph as his arm erupted, along with the rest of his body. He swept a bit of dust off his cloak, and patted the P.O.O.P.E.R. "Come on, little guy."
Together, they headed off in the opposite direction of the growing crowd.
