Bob sat there listening to the floating UFO. The thing barely finished speaking and he already had an opinion for the thing. He spoke again, his engine finally going quiet from dying on him again. [color=92278f]"Now you hold on a second, I am not following an ogre anywhere. This thing isn't bright and I'm not that patient. How about you just tell me where you are and I just walk there? It would be far faster than waiting for an ogre to point a direction and forget what they were doing few seconds later. I might even call your bluff on that machine. You just want to hoard your scrap."[/color] By the end he was nearly shouting. He was so used to being heard over his engine, wait a second.

He had to stop and punch his armor a few times and he waited. After a few seconds it finally revved up again. Maybe a new piece to fix that. He looked at the large ogre. This thing looked dim and just stood there unblinking. This was some team to recruit such a moron. No, ogres are tough, and they just heal most wounds quickly. Perfect meat shield to use in a battle. He turned his head to the pile of scrap. No sense wasting time for the UFO to reply. He was looking for a spare piece, something that might improve his battery, or maybe it just needed a jump start. No matter, he was lost in his own world inspecting pieces of metal for something that looked interesting.