[color=a7a7a7]"I guess I can come down for once. This robot's giving me a headache, anyway."[/color] Tibulus said as he grabbed a backup cigar, placed it within a pocket on the inside of his jumpsuit, and headed downstairs, flicking on the auto pilot as he did so. Why didn't he wait until the breakfast was actually set? Well, he wasn't doing anything up in the cockpit in the meantime, was he?

Plus, if Stryker needed a hand with food, Tibulus wouldn't mind helping out if nobody minded their eggs a bit electrified.