[color=00a651]"Yo yo, soldier."[/color]

Gibson-chan looked pretty beaten up and had a stomach that growled like a scorned otaku. It was impressive stuff that she'd even managed to regain consciousness with the stress she'd been through. Did she have a Persona too? There had been so much sensory overload and stuff during the fight...all she'd had time to focus on was her increasingly successful strategies for staving off the robopocalypse. She would have to do better when it was the zombies' turn.

In the meantime.

[color=00a651]"I managed to shanghai us a trip to McDonald's,"[/color] the robot owner explained, handing over the remainder of the cinnamon stick order DRU had dispensed and plopping it in Hitomi's lap. Belatedly, she realized that she was being cuddled. This would probably be weirder if she hadn't spent sixteen years growing up in...well, her household. Luckily growing up around a pair of lesbian sweethearts had given her quite a bit of experience with being snuggled by women.

She put her training into practice - then hit the cinnamon sticks with a knee, pushing them even closer to the new girl. 

[color=00a651]"These will do in a pinch until we get there."[/color]

The girl reached, one handed, into her left pocket and withdrew her Bubble Tape. She emitted a noise of pleasure when she saw that the plastic casing had survived the onslaught; the tape rolled out in a long, uniform pink stream, which Kimiko tore off at a mathematically perfect length with her teeth as though she were preparing gauze for a wound in the jungles of 'Nam.

Roll it up.

Pop it in your mouth.

And chew.

As if it wasn't bad enough that Kimiko-chan had stolen victory from defeat's jaws...

She'd also stolen four inches of Awesome Original(TM) Bubble Tape, too.

[color=00a651][i]Is this...what it feels like? The feeling of conquest?[/i][/color]

She would have to usher in new apocalypses, if so.