POV: you see a robot dog cough up a live grenade, WDYD? (no romance, nothing too op)

RUNNING FOR MY EFFING LIFE BRO

(while running, you glimpse behind you and see the dog frantically trying to get as far from the grenade as possible.

The grenade explodes, and the dog is badly injured.)

stops, turns around* “oh no the doggo!” *picks up the dog being carful of its wounds* and drives to the vet

Thunderpug: (weakly) im a robot.. dumbass... get a... mechanic...

“okay i did not know this” *changes corse to the nearest mechanic

Thunderpug: *fixes himself up at the mechanic*

"nice, now stop barfing up grenades and you'll be fine."

*suddenly a loud crash is heard in the distance and thunderpug suddenly is very alert* Thunderpug: "oh sh*t it's AXNA. They're after me again."

ass a what now?

Thunderpug: "AXNA. A corporation still trying to kill me."

*suddenly, a large, bipedal mech walker emerges and starts firing*

(while picking thunderpug up and starting to run) “ohh like really old movie *snaps fingers trying to think of the name* terminator?”

Laurent: 0_0 bugger *he runs over and picks up the dog before running as fast as bloody possible* time to go!

*the grenade explodes epicly behind you*

Thunderpug: thanks for that. The grenade thing is a defect, I can't control it.

*Laurent yells in surprise and drops the dog. It’s actually kind of funny, seeing this 6’7” boy scared of a robo dog*

Thunderpug: I wouldn't associate height with superior bravery. I'm only about a meter tall, but I could absolutely kill you if I wanted.

Laurent: . . . I didn’t say anything . . .

(You said "it's funny how this 6 foot 7 boy is scared of a robot dog", indicating that)

(Only as a character note and description, not any actual audible dialogue)

(Still wanted to mention it because I don't like stuff like that)

(Character notes?)

(No, assuming taller people are more superior

"Are 5"4 men really even men?"

Stuff like that)

(ohhh, that, ok. sorry. if it makes you feel better mate, I'm 162 cm *just below 5'4" american measurements*)

A man who uses centimetres is a man that I respect, you've earned my forgiveness

(Also I'm british, I used feet because most people on this site are American)

(AYO SAME!)

*Laurent swallows nervously and backs away from Thunderpug*

Thunderpug: "why are you scared? Never seen a talking robot dog that coughs up grenades before?"

"Wait a minute, that's a stupid question"

Laurent: I- no!

Thunderpug: "understandable."
"I'd better introduce myself then.

Im thunderpug, a robot doggo rebuilt from wreckage found in the remnants of an ancient alien civilisation. I posses many combat abilities, and can fabricate plushies."

*Laurent blinks in confusion before clearing his throat and straightening up*
Laurent: um, hello. I'm Laurent, Laurent Lethira. it's nice to meet you?

Thunderpug: "nice to meet you, Laurent."

Laurent: so, um, what're you doing here? . . . and so close to my house . . .

Thunderpug: "I don't really know to be honest. I kinda crash landed."

Laurent: *muttered* of course you can fly

Thunderpug: "I can't, actually. I was messing around with fabrication circuits and accidentally fabricated a fridge at mach 3. It didn't end well, and because gravity, I'm stuck here now unless you know how I could leave the atmosphere."

*Laurent just stares at him in bafflement*
Laurent: . . . I have no idea what any of that means . . . Uh, you know what? The sun’ll be up soon, so I really have to go . . . Bye! *Laurent runs off towards his house* what the hell was that about?!

Thunderpug: "oh ok. I need to conserve energy anyway."

*goes to sleep*

he go boom and I walk away like nothing happened

Thunderpug: (weakly because he's kinda damaged) why... didn't... you.... help.. me?

Sy: "what do you mean dude you puked a grenade, that is not my queue."

Thunderpug: can't.. control.... it....

Sy: "what do you mean just don't attempt sucicide."

Thunderpug: "that.. wasn't.. suicide... it... was.... defect..

Sy: "sucicidal defect"

Thunderpug: "just... get me.... a... spanner...

Sy: " a what????"

Thunderpug: "its.. british... slang.... for.... wrench.... *sips tea weakly*

Sy: "I only have the deadly bioshock wrench."

Thunderpug: *grabs it and fixes himself up*

Sy: "wat, but my wrench is used for killing, not fixing."

Thunderpug: 'I don't care, its still a wrench"

Sy: "no its battered and broken from smashing skulls."

Thunderpug: "oh ok"

*goes back to being broken*

Sy: "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Thunderpug: "need... battery..."

(The wrench only half worked so he needs power to reboot)

Sy: "and i need a million dollars we don't always get what we want do we."

Thunderpug: *dying robot noises*

Thunderpug: *stops dying momentarily*

*activates emergency power*

Thunderpug: "oh I forgot I charged my emergency reserves."

Thunderpug: "hmmm.. I did get some new weapons recently, and judging by that wrench you seem to be a good fighter.. fancy a brawl?"

Sy: "why?"

Thunderpug: "idk, been a while since I've had a good fight, and I need the training anyway."