[color=a7a7a7]"I've been better. Making robots takes a damn lot of brain capacity and time, that's for sure,"[/color] Tibulus said as he sat down at a table before unzipping his jumpsuit and pulling out... a severed robot head. He couldn't leave his work alone for that long either.

Tibulus sparked up a finger of his, shooting out a very short, but very potent, stream of lightning from his hand as he addressed the two un-comatose colleagues of his. [color=a7a7a7]"Don't call me that, Matija. How's it hanging with you two being free from your comas?"[/color] The skeleton asked as he began to etch small details into the robot head, sparks flying off of it and onto the table. Thankfully, the sparks weren't flying far enough to get into people's food.